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Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as ..., Volym 1
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1870
Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as ..., Volym 3
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1870
Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as read by him ...
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1879
answer arms Attendants Bard Bardolph bear better blood brother Cassio comes cousin dead death Desdemona dost doth Duke Emil England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff Farewell father Faul fear follow France friends give gone grace hand Harry hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY hold honest honour Host hour I'll Iago John Juliet keep king lady land leave light live look lord marry master meet Moor never night noble Nurse Othello peace Poins poor pray prince Romeo Shal Shallow Sir John soul speak spirit stand stay sweet sword Tago tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue true villain wife wilt young
Sida 596 - 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...
Sida 382 - 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...
Sida 438 - 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.
Sida 365 - 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.
Sida 377 - 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.
Sida 546 - 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.
Sida 582 - 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.
Sida 383 - 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.
Sida 461 - 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.