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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... dead , And we must yearn therefore . Bard . ' Would , I were with him , wheresome'er he is ! Quick . Nay , sure , he's in Arthur's bosom , if ever man went to Arthur's bosom . ' A made a finer end , and went away , an it had been any ...
... dead , And we must yearn therefore . Bard . ' Would , I were with him , wheresome'er he is ! Quick . Nay , sure , he's in Arthur's bosom , if ever man went to Arthur's bosom . ' A made a finer end , and went away , an it had been any ...
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... dead midnight , still , Guarded with grandsires , babies , and old women , Or past , or not arriv'd to , pith and puissance : For who is he , whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair , that will not follow These cull'd and ...
... dead midnight , still , Guarded with grandsires , babies , and old women , Or past , or not arriv'd to , pith and puissance : For who is he , whose chin is but enrich'd With one appearing hair , that will not follow These cull'd and ...
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... dead ! In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man , As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger : Hold hard the breath , and bend up every spirit To his full ...
... dead ! In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man , As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger : Hold hard the breath , and bend up every spirit To his full ...
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... dead eyes ; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd grass , still and motionless ; While their executors , the knavish crows , Fly o'er them , all impatient for their hour . Dau . Shall we go send them dinners ...
... dead eyes ; And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd grass , still and motionless ; While their executors , the knavish crows , Fly o'er them , all impatient for their hour . Dau . Shall we go send them dinners ...
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... dead , and then to bùry them ; To sort our nobles from our common men ; For many of our prìnces ( woe the while ! ) Lie drown'd in blood ; O , give us leave , great king , To view the field in safety , and dispose Of their dead bodies ...
... dead , and then to bùry them ; To sort our nobles from our common men ; For many of our prìnces ( woe the while ! ) Lie drown'd in blood ; O , give us leave , great king , To view the field in safety , and dispose Of their dead bodies ...
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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 princes 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!