Longmans' School Shakespeare: Consisting of Twelve of the Most Suitable Plays for School ReadingLongmans, Green & Company, 1908 - 816 |
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... poor duke ! the task he undertakes 140 Is numbering sands , and drinking oceans dry ; Where one on his side fights , thousands will fly . Farewell at once ; -for once , for all , and ever . BUSHY . Well , we may meet again . BAGOT . I ...
... poor duke ! the task he undertakes 140 Is numbering sands , and drinking oceans dry ; Where one on his side fights , thousands will fly . Farewell at once ; -for once , for all , and ever . BUSHY . Well , we may meet again . BAGOT . I ...
Strona 29
... poor ; Which , till my infant fortune comes to years , Stands for my bounty . But who comes here ? Enter BERKELEY . 45 50 55 60 65 NORTH . It is my Lord of Berkeley , as I guess . BERK . My Lord of Hereford , my message is to you ...
... poor ; Which , till my infant fortune comes to years , Stands for my bounty . But who comes here ? Enter BERKELEY . 45 50 55 60 65 NORTH . It is my Lord of Berkeley , as I guess . BERK . My Lord of Hereford , my message is to you ...
Strona 44
... poor heart no measure keeps in grief : Therefore , no dancing , girl ; some other sport . LADY . Madam , we'll tell tales . QUEEN . LADY . Of either , madam . QUEEN . 97 5 Of joy , or grief ? 10 Of neither , girl : For if of joy , being ...
... poor heart no measure keeps in grief : Therefore , no dancing , girl ; some other sport . LADY . Madam , we'll tell tales . QUEEN . LADY . Of either , madam . QUEEN . 97 5 Of joy , or grief ? 10 Of neither , girl : For if of joy , being ...
Strona 46
... Poor queen ! so that thy state might be no worse , I would my skill were subject to thy curse . Here did she fall a tear ; here , in this place , I'll set a bank of rue , sour herb of grace : Rue , even for ruth , here shortly shall be ...
... Poor queen ! so that thy state might be no worse , I would my skill were subject to thy curse . Here did she fall a tear ; here , in this place , I'll set a bank of rue , sour herb of grace : Rue , even for ruth , here shortly shall be ...
Strona 59
... poor life must answer . DUCH . Thy life answer ? YORK . Bring me my boots , I will unto the king . Re - enter Servant , with boots . DUCH . Strike him , Aumerle . Poor boy , thou art amazed . [ To the Servant . ] Hence , villain ! never ...
... poor life must answer . DUCH . Thy life answer ? YORK . Bring me my boots , I will unto the king . Re - enter Servant , with boots . DUCH . Strike him , Aumerle . Poor boy , thou art amazed . [ To the Servant . ] Hence , villain ! never ...
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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.
Strona 183 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Strona 660 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
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.