Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as read by him in public, ed. by R.J. Lane, Том 3 |
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... Kath . Your majesty shall mock at me ; I cannot speak your England . K. Hen . O fair Katharine , if you will love me ... Kath . Pardonnez moy , I cannot tell vat is — like me . K. Hen . An angel is like you , Kate ; and you are like an ...
... Kath . Your majesty shall mock at me ; I cannot speak your England . K. Hen . O fair Katharine , if you will love me ... Kath . Pardonnez moy , I cannot tell vat is — like me . K. Hen . An angel is like you , Kate ; and you are like an ...
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... Kath . Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France . K. Hen . No ; it is not possible you should love the enemy of France , Kate : but , in loving me , you should love the friend of France ; for I love France so well , that I ...
... Kath . Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France . K. Hen . No ; it is not possible you should love the enemy of France , Kate : but , in loving me , you should love the friend of France ; for I love France so well , that I ...
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... Kath . I cannot tell . K. Hen . Can any of your neighbours tell , Kate ? Come , I know thou lovest me : and at night when you come into your closet , you'll question your gentlewoman about me ; and I know , Kate , you will , to her ...
... Kath . I cannot tell . K. Hen . Can any of your neighbours tell , Kate ? Come , I know thou lovest me : and at night when you come into your closet , you'll question your gentlewoman about me ; and I know , Kate , you will , to her ...
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... Kath . Dat is as it shall please de roy mon père . K. Hen . Nay , it will please him well , Kate ; it shall please him , Kate . Kath . Den it shall also content me . K. Hen . Upon that I kiss you , and I call you— my queen . [ Kissing ...
... Kath . Dat is as it shall please de roy mon père . K. Hen . Nay , it will please him well , Kate ; it shall please him , Kate . Kath . Den it shall also content me . K. Hen . Upon that I kiss you , and I call you— my queen . [ Kissing ...
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... Kath . Whereof my sovereign would have note , they are Most pestilent to the hearing ; and , they say , They are devis'd by yòu ; or else you suffer Too hard an exclamation . K. Hen . Still exàction ! The nature of it ? In what kind ...
... Kath . Whereof my sovereign would have note , they are Most pestilent to the hearing ; and , they say , They are devis'd by yòu ; or else you suffer Too hard an exclamation . K. Hen . Still exàction ! The nature of it ? In what kind ...
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Alarum Anne Aufidius Banquo bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Catesby Cawdor Clarence Cominius Coriolanus cousin Crom dare death doth Duch duke Duke of BURGUNDY Duke of Norfolk Eliz England Enter King Enter MACBETH Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Fleance Fluellen France friends give Gloster grace Harfleur hast hath hear heart heaven honour Kate Kath Katharine King HENRY King Richard king's Lady Lady MACBETH liege live look lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings Macb Macd Macduff Macedon madam majesty Marcius Menenius Mess mother night noble numbers peace Pist poor pray Prince queen Rich Richmond Rome Rosse shalt SICINIUS sleep soldier soul speak sword tell thane thank thee There's thine thou to-morrow tongue tribunes unto voice Volsces Volscians VOLUMNIA wife Witch Wolsey York
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Страница 716 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Страница 736 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Страница 722 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Страница 723 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Страница 719 - It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it: And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone.
Страница 658 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Страница 752 - The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Страница 683 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Страница 918 - 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.
Страница 922 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity!