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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... tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal .-- What is your tidings ? Enter an Attendant . Atten . The king comes here to - night . Lady M. Thou'rt mad to ...
... tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal .-- What is your tidings ? Enter an Attendant . Atten . The king comes here to - night . Lady M. Thou'rt mad to ...
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... tongue Unsafe the while , that we Must leave our honours in these flattering streams , And make our faces vizards to our hearts , Disguising what they are . Lady M. You must leave this . * Sorriest here means most melancholy . Ecstacy ...
... tongue Unsafe the while , that we Must leave our honours in these flattering streams , And make our faces vizards to our hearts , Disguising what they are . Lady M. You must leave this . * Sorriest here means most melancholy . Ecstacy ...
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... tongues , Was once thought honest ; you have lov'd him well ; He hath not touch'd you yet . I am young , but something You may deserve of him through me ; and wisdom To offer up a weak , poor innocent lamb , To appease an angry God ...
... tongues , Was once thought honest ; you have lov'd him well ; He hath not touch'd you yet . I am young , but something You may deserve of him through me ; and wisdom To offer up a weak , poor innocent lamb , To appease an angry God ...
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... tongue for ever , Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound , That ever yet they heard . I guess at it . Macd . Rosse . Your castle is surpris'd ; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner , Were , on the ...
... tongue for ever , Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound , That ever yet they heard . I guess at it . Macd . Rosse . Your castle is surpris'd ; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd : to relate the manner , Were , on the ...
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... tongue ! -But , gentle heavens , Cut short all intermission : * front to front , Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself ; Within my sword's length set him ; if he ' scape , Heaven forgive him too ! * Means pause . This tune goes ...
... tongue ! -But , gentle heavens , Cut short all intermission : * front to front , Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself ; Within my sword's length set him ; if he ' scape , Heaven forgive him too ! * Means pause . This tune goes ...
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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.