The New Shakespeare and Other TravestiesAmerican News Company, 1882 - 161 Seiten |
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The New Shakespeare and Other Travesties (Classic Reprint) R. W. Criswell Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
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APOTHECARY blood blow brow BRUTUS MEDITATING Brutus says Cassius CATILINE'S DEFIANCE cents Cleopatra CONSPIRATORS PLOTTING Corn and Bunion cried crown dagger daughter dead DEATH OF CESAR Desdemona dollars dost doth Dree dousand ducats E Pluribus Unum ears ENOCH ARDEN fair father fire Frank Mayo friends Frumenti gentle GERYON GINEVRA glug GRAVE OF OPHELIA Hamlet HAMLET AND LAERTES head hear heaven Hunter's Point Jones JULIUS CÆSAR KING HENRY KING LEAR KING LEAR DEFYING Laertes look lord lover Lucius married MEDITATING THE DEATH night o'er OPHELIA OTHELLO'S APOLOGY Philip's polish'd perturbation Polonius pray Prince PUNISHMENT OF HYPOCRITES Queen Romans Rome ROMEO AND JULIET ROMEO'S APOTHECARY SCENE FROM ENOCH SEVEN AGES SHYLOCK SHYLOCK TO ANTONIO Sic Semper Tyrannis slaves sleep speak spout stand swear sweet ta'en tale tell thee there's tis Cassius twas uv a gun Warwick window yelled Young Hamlet Young Laertes
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Seite 5 - 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. For I have neither wit...
Seite 6 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic, For such proceeding I am charged withal, I won his daughter.
Seite 16 - Spit, fire ! spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription : then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.
Seite 34 - 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.
Seite 29 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 15 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Seite 15 - 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, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Seite 4 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
Seite 4 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And sure he is an honourable man.
Seite 46 - t. It breaks my chain. I held some slack allegiance till this hour; But now my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords ! I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes. Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities.