Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as read by him in public, ed. by R.J. Lane, 2. kötet |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 43 találatból.
349. oldal
... ; Not knowing what they fear . K. John . My gentle cousin ! Hear'st thou the news abroad , who are arriv'd ? Faul . The French , my lord ; men's mouths are full of it : Besides , I met Lord Bigot , and Lord Salisbury KING JOHN . 349.
... ; Not knowing what they fear . K. John . My gentle cousin ! Hear'st thou the news abroad , who are arriv'd ? Faul . The French , my lord ; men's mouths are full of it : Besides , I met Lord Bigot , and Lord Salisbury KING JOHN . 349.
351. oldal
... fears ? Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death ? Thy hand hath murder'd him : I had a cause To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . Had none , my lord ! why , did you not pro- voke me ? K. John . It is the curse ...
... fears ? Why urgest thou so oft young Arthur's death ? Thy hand hath murder'd him : I had a cause To wish him dead , but thou hadst none to kill him . Hub . Had none , my lord ! why , did you not pro- voke me ? K. John . It is the curse ...
358. oldal
... fear and sad distrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye : Be stirring as the time ; outface the brow Of bragging horror : so shall lesser eyes , That borrow their behaviours from the great , Grow great by your example , and put on The ...
... fear and sad distrust Govern the motion of a kingly eye : Be stirring as the time ; outface the brow Of bragging horror : so shall lesser eyes , That borrow their behaviours from the great , Grow great by your example , and put on The ...
361. oldal
... A Field of Battle . Alarums . Enter King JOHN and HUBERT . King John . OW goes the day with us ? O ! tell me , Hubert . Hub . Badly , I fear . How fares your majesty ? K.John . This fever , that hath troubled me so KING JOHN . 361.
... A Field of Battle . Alarums . Enter King JOHN and HUBERT . King John . OW goes the day with us ? O ! tell me , Hubert . Hub . Badly , I fear . How fares your majesty ? K.John . This fever , that hath troubled me so KING JOHN . 361.
363. oldal
... fear , is poison'd by a monk . Faul . How did he take it ? who did taste to him ? Hub . A mònk , I tell you ; a resolvèd villain . The king yet speaks , and haply may recover . Faul . Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ? Hub . Why ...
... fear , is poison'd by a monk . Faul . How did he take it ? who did taste to him ? Hub . A mònk , I tell you ; a resolvèd villain . The king yet speaks , and haply may recover . Faul . Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty ? Hub . Why ...
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art thou Bard Bardolph BENVOLIO beseech blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Colevile cousin Cyprus dead death Desdemona devil didst dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear France Friar friends give grace grief hand Harry hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Host Hotspur Hubert Iago Jack Juliet King HENRY King JOHN lady look lord majesty marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor Mowb never night noble Northumberland nòt Nurse Othello PANDULPH peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray Prince HENRY Prince JOHN Prince of Wales Re-enter Roderigo Romeo Shal Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou wilt to-night tongue Tybalt villain Westmoreland wife word Zounds
Népszerű szakaszok
596. oldal - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
506. oldal - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
382. oldal - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
438. oldal - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world : my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind, And to his honours and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
365. oldal - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
377. oldal - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
546. oldal - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
582. oldal - Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a seacoal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson-week, when the prince broke thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, — thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me, and make me my lady thy wife.
383. oldal - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
461. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.