Shakespeare's plays, abridged and revised for the use of girls by R. Baughan. Book 1, containing the tragedies and historical plays, 221. kötet |
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... hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your lei- sure . --- Macb . Give me your favour : - My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains are register'd Where every day I ...
... hour runs through the roughest day . Ban . Worthy Macbeth , we stay upon your lei- sure . --- Macb . Give me your favour : - My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten . Kind gentlemen , your pains are register'd Where every day I ...
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... hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that busi- ness , If you would grant the time . Ban . At your kind'st leisure . Macb . If you shall cleave to my consent , -when ' tis , It shall make honour for you . Ban . So I lose ...
... hour to serve , We would spend it in some words upon that busi- ness , If you would grant the time . Ban . At your kind'st leisure . Macb . If you shall cleave to my consent , -when ' tis , It shall make honour for you . Ban . So I lose ...
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... Hours dreadful and things strange ; but this sore night Ah , good father , Hath trifled former knowings . Rosse . Thou see'st , the heavens , as troubled with man's act , Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock , tis ' day , And yet ...
... Hours dreadful and things strange ; but this sore night Ah , good father , Hath trifled former knowings . Rosse . Thou see'st , the heavens , as troubled with man's act , Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock , tis ' day , And yet ...
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... hour or twain . Macb Fail not our feast . Ban . My lord , I will not . Macb . I wish your horses swift and sure of foot , And so I do commend you to their backs . Farewell . [ Exit BANQUO . Let every man be master of his time Till seven ...
... hour or twain . Macb Fail not our feast . Ban . My lord , I will not . Macb . I wish your horses swift and sure of foot , And so I do commend you to their backs . Farewell . [ Exit BANQUO . Let every man be master of his time Till seven ...
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... hour's age doth hiss the. Macb . Can such things be , time , Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay , and since too , murthers have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been , That when the brains were out the ...
... hour's age doth hiss the. Macb . Can such things be , time , Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay , and since too , murthers have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been , That when the brains were out the ...
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Shakespeare's Plays, Abridged and Revised for the Use of Girls by R. Baughan ... William Shakespeare Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2013 |
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Antony arms art thou Banquo bear blood Boling breath brother Brutus Cæsar Cassius Cordelia Coriolanus cousin crown dead dear death deed dost doth duke England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool France friends gentle Ghost give GLOSTER grace grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Julius Cæsar Kath Kent Lady Laer LAERTES Lear live look lord Lord Chamberlain Macb MACBETH Macd Macduff madam majesty Mark Antony mother murther never night noble Northumberland o'er Ophelia peace POLONIUS pray prince Queen Re-enter Rich Rome Romeo SCENE.-A SCENE.-The shame sleep sorrow soul speak sweet sword tears tell Thane thee thine thou art thou hast thought Titinius to-night tongue Tybalt uncle unto villain Volumnius wife wilt word
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25. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
48. oldal - 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, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement, or pelting farm...
7. oldal - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
9. oldal - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some" quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
27. oldal - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
8. oldal - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn...
27. oldal - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
27. oldal - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say better?
121. oldal - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.