Longmans' School Shakespeare: Consisting of Twelve of the Most Suitable Plays for School ReadingLongmans, Green & Company, 1908 - 816 |
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... hour ten . GAUNT . Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure . BOLING . My heart will sigh when I miscall it so , Which finds it an enforcéd pilgrimage . 245 250 255 260 GAUNT . The sullen passage of thy weary steps 265 Esteem a ...
... hour ten . GAUNT . Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure . BOLING . My heart will sigh when I miscall it so , Which finds it an enforcéd pilgrimage . 245 250 255 260 GAUNT . The sullen passage of thy weary steps 265 Esteem a ...
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... hour that his surfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends that flattered him . Enter a Servant . SERV . My Lord , your son was gone before I came . YORK . He was ? Why so ! go all which way it will ! The nobles they are fled , the ...
... hour that his surfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends that flattered him . Enter a Servant . SERV . My Lord , your son was gone before I came . YORK . He was ? Why so ! go all which way it will ! The nobles they are fled , the ...
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... hour . AUм . Fitzwater , thou are damned to hell for this . PERCY . Aumerle , thou liest ; his honour is as true In this appeal as thou art all unjust ; And , that thou art so , there I throw my gage , To prove it on thee to the ...
... hour . AUм . Fitzwater , thou are damned to hell for this . PERCY . Aumerle , thou liest ; his honour is as true In this appeal as thou art all unjust ; And , that thou art so , there I throw my gage , To prove it on thee to the ...
Strona 65
... hour it is Are clamorous groans , that strike upon my heart , Which is the bell : so sighs , and tears , and groans Show minutes , times , and hours : but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy , While I stand fooling here ...
... hour it is Are clamorous groans , that strike upon my heart , Which is the bell : so sighs , and tears , and groans Show minutes , times , and hours : but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy , While I stand fooling here ...
Strona 76
... hour in your sweet bosom . ANNE . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , 125 These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . GLOU . These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it , if I stood ...
... hour in your sweet bosom . ANNE . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , 125 These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . GLOU . These eyes could never endure sweet beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it , if I stood ...
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Strona 673 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
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Strona 587 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Strona 681 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this twofold force, To be forestalled ere we come to fall Or pardon'd...
Strona 546 - Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Strona 70 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Strona 545 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are...
Strona 547 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Strona 243 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.