Scenes from Old Playbooks: Arranged as an Introduction to ShakespeareClarendon Press, 1906 - 248 sidor |
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... Farewell all glorious wars , now thou art gone , And honest arms adieu ! all noble battles Maintained in thirst of honour , not of blood , Farewell for ever ! Hengo . So good a man ? Caratach . Was this Roman , uncle , Thou never knew ...
... Farewell all glorious wars , now thou art gone , And honest arms adieu ! all noble battles Maintained in thirst of honour , not of blood , Farewell for ever ! Hengo . So good a man ? Caratach . Was this Roman , uncle , Thou never knew ...
Sida 33
... Farewell , farewell . Caratach . Farewell the hopes of Britain ! Thou royal graft , farewell for ever ! Time and Death , Ye have done your worst . proudly Fortune , now see , now 80 Pluck off thy veil , and view thy triumph ! look What ...
... Farewell , farewell . Caratach . Farewell the hopes of Britain ! Thou royal graft , farewell for ever ! Time and Death , Ye have done your worst . proudly Fortune , now see , now 80 Pluck off thy veil , and view thy triumph ! look What ...
Sida 43
... farewell ! -Leicester , thou stay'st for me , And go I'must ' - life farewell , with my friends ! SCENE II . THE DEPOSITION . 90 The King has been brought to Killingworth ( or Kenilworth ) Castle , the seat of the Earl of Leicester ...
... farewell ! -Leicester , thou stay'st for me , And go I'must ' - life farewell , with my friends ! SCENE II . THE DEPOSITION . 90 The King has been brought to Killingworth ( or Kenilworth ) Castle , the seat of the Earl of Leicester ...
Sida 46
... farewell . [ The Bishop and Trussel make signs to depart . Leicester . Call them again , my lord , and speak them fair ; For if they go , the prince shall lose his right . 90 King . Call thou them back , I have no power to speak ...
... farewell . [ The Bishop and Trussel make signs to depart . Leicester . Call them again , my lord , and speak them fair ; For if they go , the prince shall lose his right . 90 King . Call thou them back , I have no power to speak ...
Sida 47
... Farewell ; I know the next news that they bring Will be my death ; and welcome shall it be ; To wretched men , death is felicity . SCENE III . THE END . 125 Finding that the King is kindly treated at Kenilworth , Isabella and Mortimer ...
... Farewell ; I know the next news that they bring Will be my death ; and welcome shall it be ; To wretched men , death is felicity . SCENE III . THE END . 125 Finding that the King is kindly treated at Kenilworth , Isabella and Mortimer ...
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Scenes from Old Playbooks: Arranged as an Introduction to Shakespeare Percy Simpson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1906 |
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actors Antonio Bassanio blood bond Bonduca Bottom brother Brutus Caesar Caratach Cassius Clarence Clitus comes court coward Cromwell crown Cymbeline dead death Decius Dogberry doth ducats Duke Earl Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff farewell father fear friends Gadshill gentle give grace Gratiano Guiomar hand hanged hath hear heart heaven Hengo Hobs honour Hubert Judas King Henry King's kneeling lady Leicester Leonato Lightborn live look lord Mark Antony master Master constable mercy Mortimer Nennius Nerissa never night noble pardon Pedant Philostrate Plantagenet play pluck Poins Portia pray Prince Pyramus Quince Richard ring Romans Rome Salanio scene Sellenger Shakespeare Shylock soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suetonius Surrey sweet sword tanner tell thee Theseus Thisbe thou art thousand ducats Tubal uncle unto Urswick Venice villain Volumnius Warbeck Warwick watch WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Wolsey words ΙΟ
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Sida 133 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Sida 77 - This story shall the good man teach his son, And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by From this day to the ending of the world But we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition.
Sida 135 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Sida 121 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Sida 131 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Sida 139 - 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?
Sida 69 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Sida 131 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious I slew him.
Sida 132 - 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.
Sida 61 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.