Shakspearian Readings: Selected and Adapted for Young Persons and OthersJ. Richardson, 1839 - 453 страници |
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... lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war . [ Philip . ] Who is ' t approaches ? Lo ! upon thy wish , Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd . [ a pause . ] What England says , say briefly , gentle ...
... lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace , which here we urge in war . [ Philip . ] Who is ' t approaches ? Lo ! upon thy wish , Our messenger Chatillon is arriv'd . [ a pause . ] What England says , say briefly , gentle ...
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... lord Far is it from my heart to do you harm . The queen hath sent to see how you are us'd ; For she relents at this your misery . And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears , To see a king in such a piteous state ? [ Edward ...
... lord Far is it from my heart to do you harm . The queen hath sent to see how you are us'd ; For she relents at this your misery . And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears , To see a king in such a piteous state ? [ Edward ...
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... lord ; lie down and [ rest . [ Edward . ] These ten days past mine eye - lids have not clos'd ; Now as I speak they fall , —and yet with fear Open again — Why dost thou come so near ? [ Lightborn . ] If you mistrust me , I'll begone , my ...
... lord ; lie down and [ rest . [ Edward . ] These ten days past mine eye - lids have not clos'd ; Now as I speak they fall , —and yet with fear Open again — Why dost thou come so near ? [ Lightborn . ] If you mistrust me , I'll begone , my ...
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... lord governor of England In absence of ourself . Come on , my lords . Three of the noblemen remain behind , the earl of North- umberland , lord Ross , ( Roos , ) and lord Willoughby . [ North . ] Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is ...
... lord governor of England In absence of ourself . Come on , my lords . Three of the noblemen remain behind , the earl of North- umberland , lord Ross , ( Roos , ) and lord Willoughby . [ North . ] Well , lords , the duke of Lancaster is ...
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... lord , to Berkeley now ? [ Northumberland . ] Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearisome ; And yet your fair discourse ...
... lord , to Berkeley now ? [ Northumberland . ] Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Gloucestershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make them wearisome ; And yet your fair discourse ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.