The Student's Shakespeare: Thirty-seven Plays, Analyzed and Topically Arranged for the Use of Clergymen, Lawyers, Students, EtcB. A. Fowler & Company, 1880 - 625 pagini |
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Pagina 9
... thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy . Eno . Antony , M. N. , III : 2. 334 . Enthron'd in the market - place , did sit alone , Whistling to the air : which , but for vacancy , Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too , And made a gap in nature ...
... thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy . Eno . Antony , M. N. , III : 2. 334 . Enthron'd in the market - place , did sit alone , Whistling to the air : which , but for vacancy , Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too , And made a gap in nature ...
Pagina 12
... thine ear , but few thy voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit , as thy purse can buy , But not express'd in fancy ; rich , not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France ...
... thine ear , but few thy voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit , as thy purse can buy , But not express'd in fancy ; rich , not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France ...
Pagina 14
... thine image ne'er shall go . H. VI . , 3 pt . , II : 5. 969 . Hub . " T is not an hour since I left him well : I honour'd him , I lov'd him ; and will weep My date of life out , for his sweet life's loss . K. J. , IV : 3. 670 ...
... thine image ne'er shall go . H. VI . , 3 pt . , II : 5. 969 . Hub . " T is not an hour since I left him well : I honour'd him , I lov'd him ; and will weep My date of life out , for his sweet life's loss . K. J. , IV : 3. 670 ...
Pagina 21
... Thine own life's means ! Rosse . M. , II : 4. 1368 . -Unscrupulous , and Ready . Glo . * And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The ...
... Thine own life's means ! Rosse . M. , II : 4. 1368 . -Unscrupulous , and Ready . Glo . * And leave the world for me to bustle in ! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter : What though I kill'd her husband , and her father ? The ...
Pagina 22
... thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth , Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight ? What see'st thou there ? king Henry's diadem , Enchas'd with all the honours of the world ? If so , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head ...
... thine eyes fix'd to the sullen earth , Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight ? What see'st thou there ? king Henry's diadem , Enchas'd with all the honours of the world ? If so , gaze on , and grovel on thy face , Until thy head ...
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Ajax arms art thou Bast bear Biron blood breath brother Brutus Cæsar Cleo crown daugh dead death deed devil doth Duke ears earth eyes face fair Falstaff father fear fire fool foul France friends gentle give gods grace grief hand hang hate hath head hear heart heaven hell honour horse house of York Iago Isab Jack Cade Julius Cæsar king kiss lady live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Mark Antony nature ne'er never night noble o'er peace pity poison'd poor pray prince queen Rich Rome shalt shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit stand swear sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true Ulyss unto VIII villain virtue weep wind woman words
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Pagina 253 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pagina 11 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus...
Pagina 517 - 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 in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 519 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Pagina 21 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 62 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Pagina 59 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Pagina 522 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Pagina 507 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pagina 388 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o...