The Shakespeare Reader: Being Extracts from the Plays of Shakespeare ...Clark & Maynard, 1881 - 154 pages |
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... keep a witty person as jester , or fool , to amuse them by his laughable speeches and gestures . 100. Woo him . - Persuade him ; prevail upon him to go with us . Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us AS YOU LIKE IT . 29 ...
... keep a witty person as jester , or fool , to amuse them by his laughable speeches and gestures . 100. Woo him . - Persuade him ; prevail upon him to go with us . Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us AS YOU LIKE IT . 29 ...
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... keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , A passion hateful to my purposes , 15 20 20 25 Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes , Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit alone ...
... keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , A passion hateful to my purposes , 15 20 20 25 Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes , Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit alone ...
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... keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . K. John . Hub . My lord ? 5 K. John . Hub . K. John . Death . 50 A grave . He shall not live . Enough . 55 I could be merry ncw . Hubert , I love thee ; Well , I'll not say what I ...
... keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . K. John . Hub . My lord ? 5 K. John . Hub . K. John . Death . 50 A grave . He shall not live . Enough . 55 I could be merry ncw . Hubert , I love thee ; Well , I'll not say what I ...
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... keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! 80 85 VIII . KING JOHN . ACT ...
... keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! 80 85 VIII . KING JOHN . ACT ...
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... keep mine eyes ; O , spare mine eyes , Though to no use but still to look on you ! Lo , by my troth , the instrument is cold And would not harm me . 100 105 110 I can heat it , boy . 115 Arth . No , in good sooth ; the fire is dead with ...
... keep mine eyes ; O , spare mine eyes , Though to no use but still to look on you ! Lo , by my troth , the instrument is cold And would not harm me . 100 105 110 I can heat it , boy . 115 Arth . No , in good sooth ; the fire is dead with ...
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Antonio Arth Arthur banished Bass Bassanio battle of Agincourt blood body Boling Bolingbroke bond breath brother Brutus Cæsar called Cassius Celia chidden Christian Constance court cousin crown daughter death deeds doth ducats Earl Edward England Exeunt eyes father fear friends Gaunt gentle give Gloucester grief hand hath head hear heart heaven heigh-ho Henry Bolingbroke Henry IV holy honour Hubert Jaques John of Gaunt John Shakespeare Julius Cæsar KING HENRY King Richard KING RICHARD II king's land liege live look lord majesty MERCHANT OF VENICE mercy mythology night noble Northumberland note 28 note 39 Pandulph participle pity play poison'd poor prince Rich royal scene Shakespeare Shylock soul sour sweet speak sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throne tongue uncle unto usance Venice verb Warwick young
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Page 73 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Page 38 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Page 67 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Page 159 - She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her, that she did pity them.
Page 96 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Page 140 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Page 141 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 121 - 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.
Page 143 - 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.
Page 156 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...