Shakspearian Readings: Selected and Adapted for Young Persons and OthersJ. Richardson, 1839 - 453 páginas |
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... thy elder brother born ; England was Geoffrey's right , and this his son : How comes it then , that thou art call'd a king ? [ John . ] From whom hast thou this great commission , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? [ Philip ...
... thy elder brother born ; England was Geoffrey's right , and this his son : How comes it then , that thou art call'd a king ? [ John . ] From whom hast thou this great commission , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? [ Philip ...
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... art thou ? [ Faulconbridge . ] One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An he may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard : I'll smoke your skin coat ...
... art thou ? [ Faulconbridge . ] One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An he may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard : I'll smoke your skin coat ...
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... thou teach me to believe this sorrow , Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die . Lewis marry Blanche ! Oh boy , then where art thou ? France friends with England ! What becomes of me ? Fellow , begone ! I cannot brook thy sight ...
... thou teach me to believe this sorrow , Teach thou this sorrow how to make me die . Lewis marry Blanche ! Oh boy , then where art thou ? France friends with England ! What becomes of me ? Fellow , begone ! I cannot brook thy sight ...
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... thou shalt rue this hour within this hour . The wrath , the rage I burn with , hath a heat That nothing can allay , nothing but blood , The blood , the dearest valu'd blood in France . [ Philip . ] Look to thyself , thou art in jeopardy ...
... thou shalt rue this hour within this hour . The wrath , the rage I burn with , hath a heat That nothing can allay , nothing but blood , The blood , the dearest valu'd blood in France . [ Philip . ] Look to thyself , thou art in jeopardy ...
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... thou smil'st , And buss thee as thy wife ! Misery's love , O come to me . [ Pandulph . ] Lady , you utter madness . [ Constance . ] Thou art not holy to belie me so : I am not mad ; this hair I tear is mine ; My name is Constance ; I ...
... thou smil'st , And buss thee as thy wife ! Misery's love , O come to me . [ Pandulph . ] Lady , you utter madness . [ Constance . ] Thou art not holy to belie me so : I am not mad ; this hair I tear is mine ; My name is Constance ; I ...
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Página 386 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 61 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Página 387 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 21 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página 215 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Página 384 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Página 362 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
Página 388 - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Página 153 - I do despise my dream. Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace ; Leave gormandizing ; know, the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men.
Página 305 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.