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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... voice is imperial . England shall re- pent his folly , see his weakness , and admire our sufferance . Bid him , therefore , consider of his ran- som ; which must proportion the losses we have borne , the subjects we have lost , the ...
... voice is imperial . England shall re- pent his folly , see his weakness , and admire our sufferance . Bid him , therefore , consider of his ran- som ; which must proportion the losses we have borne , the subjects we have lost , the ...
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... voice may do some good , When articles , too nicely urg'd , be stood on . K. Hen . Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with us ; She is our capital demand , compris'd Within the fore - rank of our articles . Q. Isa . She hath good leave ...
... voice may do some good , When articles , too nicely urg'd , be stood on . K. Hen . Yet leave our cousin Katharine here with us ; She is our capital demand , compris'd Within the fore - rank of our articles . Q. Isa . She hath good leave ...
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... voice ìs musick , and thy English broken : therefore , queen of all , Katharine , break thy mind to me in broken English , Wilt thou have me ? Kath . Dat is as it shall please de roy mon père . K. Hen . Nay , it will please him well ...
... voice ìs musick , and thy English broken : therefore , queen of all , Katharine , break thy mind to me in broken English , Wilt thou have me ? Kath . Dat is as it shall please de roy mon père . K. Hen . Nay , it will please him well ...
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... Amen Stuck in my throat . Lady M. These deeds must not be thought on After these ways ; so , it will make us màd . Macb . Methought , I heard a voice cry , “ Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep ! " Lady M. What do 728 MACBETH .
... Amen Stuck in my throat . Lady M. These deeds must not be thought on After these ways ; so , it will make us màd . Macb . Methought , I heard a voice cry , “ Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep ! " Lady M. What do 728 MACBETH .
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... voice is in my swòrd ; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out ! Macb . [ They fight . Thou losest labour : As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress , as make me bleed : Let fall thy blade on ...
... voice is in my swòrd ; thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out ! Macb . [ They fight . Thou losest labour : As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress , as make me bleed : Let fall thy blade on ...
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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!