Tales from Shakspeare: Designed for the Use of Young PersonsBaldwin and Cradock, 1831 - 376 страници |
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... for Measure 233 Twelfth Night ; or What you Will 253 Timon of Athens 271 Romeo and Juliet 289 Hamlet , Prince of Denmark 313 Othello 335 Pericles , Prince of Tyre 353 TALES FROM SHAKSPEARE . THE TEMPEST . THERE was a.
... for Measure 233 Twelfth Night ; or What you Will 253 Timon of Athens 271 Romeo and Juliet 289 Hamlet , Prince of Denmark 313 Othello 335 Pericles , Prince of Tyre 353 TALES FROM SHAKSPEARE . THE TEMPEST . THERE was a.
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... for his many noble and princelike qualities ; and if he had lived , would no doubt have proved a most royal and complete king to Denmark . • OTHELLO . BRABANTIO , the rich senator of Venice 334 TALES FROM SHAKSPEARE ,
... for his many noble and princelike qualities ; and if he had lived , would no doubt have proved a most royal and complete king to Denmark . • OTHELLO . BRABANTIO , the rich senator of Venice 334 TALES FROM SHAKSPEARE ,
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... a black , whom her father loved , and often invited to his house . Neither is Desdemona to be altogether con- demned for the unsuitableness of the person whom she selected for her lover . Bating that Othello was. Othello.
... a black , whom her father loved , and often invited to his house . Neither is Desdemona to be altogether con- demned for the unsuitableness of the person whom she selected for her lover . Bating that Othello was. Othello.
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... Othello was black , the noble Moor wanted nothing which might recommend him to the affections of the greatest lady . He was a soldier , and a brave one ; and by his conduct in bloody wars against the Turks had risen to the rank of ...
... Othello was black , the noble Moor wanted nothing which might recommend him to the affections of the greatest lady . He was a soldier , and a brave one ; and by his conduct in bloody wars against the Turks had risen to the rank of ...
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... Othello could not but understand , he spoke more openly of his love , and in this golden opportunity gained the consent of the generous lady Desde- mona privately to marry him . Neither Othello's colour nor his fortune were such , that ...
... Othello could not but understand , he spoke more openly of his love , and in this golden opportunity gained the consent of the generous lady Desde- mona privately to marry him . Neither Othello's colour nor his fortune were such , that ...
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Adriana Ægeon Angelo Anthonio Antipholis Ariel Bassanio Beatrice Bellarius Benedick Bertram brother called Capulet Cassio Celia Cesario child Claudio count Paris countess court Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Demetrius Desdemona Dionysia Dromio duke Ephesus fair father fear friar Ganimed gave gentle gentleman give grief Hamlet hear heard heart Helena Hermia Hermione Hero honour husband Iago Imogen Isabel Julia Juliet Katherine king knew lady Lear Leonato Leontes lived look lord lord Capulet lover Lysander Lysimachus Macbeth maid Marina marriage married master Michael Cassio mind Miranda mistress mother Mountague murder never night noble Oberon Olivia Orlando Orsino Othello Paulina Perdita Pericles Petruchio Polixenes poor Portia Posthumus prince prison Prospero Protheus queen replied returned ring Romeo Rosalind saying seemed servant Shylock Silvia sister sleep speak spirit strange sweet tell Thaisa thing thought Timon told Tybalt Valentine Viola wicked wife wished words young
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Страница 7 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Страница 109 - I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Страница 169 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave* of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,— Lady M, What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried' Sleep no more !' to all the house ' Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Страница 242 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Страница 358 - A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining || lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells...
Страница 257 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Страница 113 - O sweet Portia, here are a few of the unpleasantest words that ever blotted paper : gentle lady, when I first imparted my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had ran in my veins ; but I should have told you that I had less...
Страница 118 - Tarry a little ; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood, — The words expressly are, a pound of flesh...
Страница 177 - With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life , which must not yield To one of woman born.
Страница 79 - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have...