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 22
... head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? Be these sad signs ' confirmers of thy words ? Then speak again ; not all thy ' former tale , But this ' one word , -- whether thy tale be ' true . Sal . As true as , I believe , you think ...
... head ? Why dost thou look so sadly on my son ? Be these sad signs ' confirmers of thy words ? Then speak again ; not all thy ' former tale , But this ' one word , -- whether thy tale be ' true . Sal . As true as , I believe , you think ...
Strana 25
... head , So , under Him , -that Great Supremacy , - Where we do ' reign , we will alone ' uphold , ' Without the assistance of a ' mortal hand : So ' tell the Pope ; all reverence set ' apart , To him and his ' usurped authority . King ...
... head , So , under Him , -that Great Supremacy , - Where we do ' reign , we will alone ' uphold , ' Without the assistance of a ' mortal hand : So ' tell the Pope ; all reverence set ' apart , To him and his ' usurped authority . King ...
Strana 27
... head . [ Exit Faul K. Phi .... Thou shalt not need . England , I ' fall from thee ! K. Jo . France ! thou shalt rue this hour ' within this hour ! ... Cousin , go draw our puissance together .... France , I am burned up with inflaming ...
... head . [ Exit Faul K. Phi .... Thou shalt not need . England , I ' fall from thee ! K. Jo . France ! thou shalt rue this hour ' within this hour ! ... Cousin , go draw our puissance together .... France , I am burned up with inflaming ...
Strana 30
... head , When here is such ' disorder in my wit . 2 dire skeleton . 3 Not in accordance with the old rites . [ Throwing off her corouet . 4 Wicked regard for . O Lord ! My boy , my Arthur ! my 30 { Act 3 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
... head , When here is such ' disorder in my wit . 2 dire skeleton . 3 Not in accordance with the old rites . [ Throwing off her corouet . 4 Wicked regard for . O Lord ! My boy , my Arthur ! my 30 { Act 3 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
Strana 32
... head did but ' ache , I knit my handkerchief about your brows ; And , with my hand , at midnight held your head ; And , like the watchful minutes to the hour , Still and anon cheered up the heavy time , Saying , What lack you ? and ...
... head did but ' ache , I knit my handkerchief about your brows ; And , with my hand , at midnight held your head ; And , like the watchful minutes to the hour , Still and anon cheered up the heavy time , Saying , What lack you ? and ...
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arms art thou Bard Bardolph bear blood Bolingbroke brother Brutus Buck Buckingham Cade Cæsar Cardinal Casca Cassius Clarence Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus cousin crown Dauphin dead death dost doth Duke of York Earl England enters Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff Farewell father Faul Faulconbridge fear follow France friends gentle give Gloster grace hand Harfleur hath hear heart Heaven honour Jack Cade Julius Cæsar Kath King Henry King Richard King's Lady liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam majesty Marc Antony Marcius Mess never noble Northumberland Octavius pardon peace Pist Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales Queen Rich Richard Plantagenet Rome royal Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldiers soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick wife word young
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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.