Shakspearian Readings: Selected and Adapted for Young Persons and OthersJ. Richardson, 1839 - 453 pągines |
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Pągina 9
... arms . [ Cons'ance . ] O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong arm shall help to give him strength To make a just requital to your love . Yet unadvis'd stain not your swords with blood . My lord Chatillon may ...
... arms . [ Cons'ance . ] O , take his mother's thanks , a widow's thanks , Till your strong arm shall help to give him strength To make a just requital to your love . Yet unadvis'd stain not your swords with blood . My lord Chatillon may ...
Pągina 10
... arms ? [ John . ] My life as soon : I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand , And out of my dear love , I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win . During this time , we may imagine ...
... arms ? [ John . ] My life as soon : I do defy thee , France . Arthur of Bretagne , yield thee to my hand , And out of my dear love , I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win . During this time , we may imagine ...
Pągina 11
... arms , We ' ll put thee down ' gainst whom these arms we bear , Or add a royal number to the dead . Faulconbridge comes forward . [ Faulconbridge . ] Ha , majesty ! how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of kings is set on fire ...
... arms , We ' ll put thee down ' gainst whom these arms we bear , Or add a royal number to the dead . Faulconbridge comes forward . [ Faulconbridge . ] Ha , majesty ! how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of kings is set on fire ...
Pągina 18
... Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjur'd kings ; A widow cries , be husband to me , heavens ! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace ; but ere sun - set Put armed discord ' twixt these perjur'd kings ...
... Arm , arm , you heavens , against these perjur'd kings ; A widow cries , be husband to me , heavens ! Let not the hours of this ungodly day Wear out the day in peace ; but ere sun - set Put armed discord ' twixt these perjur'd kings ...
Pągina 20
... arms ! be champion of our church , Or let the church , our mother , breathe her curse , A mother's curse on her revolting son . France , thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue , A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep in peace ...
... arms ! be champion of our church , Or let the church , our mother , breathe her curse , A mother's curse on her revolting son . France , thou mayst hold a serpent by the tongue , A fasting tiger safer by the tooth , Than keep in peace ...
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Passatges populars
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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?
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.