The Reader's Shakespeare: His Dramatic Work Condensed, Connected, and Emphasized for School, College, Parlour, and Platform ..., Zväzok 1Funk and Wagnalls Company, 1895 |
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Strana 24
... Cardinal Pandulph ap- proaches to deliver his message from Rome . 2 Tested by the touchstone . 3 Astronomical aspect of the heavenly bodies . Pand . Hail , you anointed deputies of Heaven ! 24 [ Act 3 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
... Cardinal Pandulph ap- proaches to deliver his message from Rome . 2 Tested by the touchstone . 3 Astronomical aspect of the heavenly bodies . Pand . Hail , you anointed deputies of Heaven ! 24 [ Act 3 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
Strana 26
... Rome , to curse awhile ! Good Father Cardinal , cry thou " Amen 99 To my keen curses ; for , ' without my wrong , There is no tongue hath power to curse him ' right . Pand . Philip of France , on ' peril of a curse , Let - ' go the hand ...
... Rome , to curse awhile ! Good Father Cardinal , cry thou " Amen 99 To my keen curses ; for , ' without my wrong , There is no tongue hath power to curse him ' right . Pand . Philip of France , on ' peril of a curse , Let - ' go the hand ...
Strana 43
... Rome ? What is that peace to ' me ? I , by the honour of my marriage - bond , ( After young Arthur , ) claim this land for ' mine ; And , now it is ' half - conquered , must I ' back ? Am ' I Rome's ' slave ? What ' penny hath ' Rome ...
... Rome ? What is that peace to ' me ? I , by the honour of my marriage - bond , ( After young Arthur , ) claim this land for ' mine ; And , now it is ' half - conquered , must I ' back ? Am ' I Rome's ' slave ? What ' penny hath ' Rome ...
Strana 164
... Rome ) , I ' came , ' saw , and ' over - came . P. John . It was more of his ' courtesy than your ' deserving.- Is thy name Colevile ? Cole . It is , my lord . P. John . A famous ' rebel art thou , Colevile . Fal . And a famous true ...
... Rome ) , I ' came , ' saw , and ' over - came . P. John . It was more of his ' courtesy than your ' deserving.- Is thy name Colevile ? Cole . It is , my lord . P. John . A famous ' rebel art thou , Colevile . Fal . And a famous true ...
Strana 218
... Rome , With the Plebeians swarming at their heels , — Go forth and fetch ' their conquering Cæsar in : And now ' in London place him ; —and omit All the occurrences , ( whatever chanced , ) Till Harry's back - return to conquered ...
... Rome , With the Plebeians swarming at their heels , — Go forth and fetch ' their conquering Cæsar in : And now ' in London place him ; —and omit All the occurrences , ( whatever chanced , ) Till Harry's back - return to conquered ...
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Strana 464 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 444 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Strana 197 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Strana 358 - s dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Strana 210 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
Strana 422 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Strana 356 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Strana 265 - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Strana 427 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Strana 436 - Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men. I will not do them wrong: I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.