Stories from Shakespeare, Volume 1Educational Publishing Company, 1890 - 165 páginas |
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... comes quick and fast . " Glamis thou art , and Cawdor : and shalt be What thou art promised : - yet do I fear thy nature , It is too full o ' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way . Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ...
... comes quick and fast . " Glamis thou art , and Cawdor : and shalt be What thou art promised : - yet do I fear thy nature , It is too full o ' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way . Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ...
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... comes here to - night . " " The king ! Very well , let every preparation be made for his reception , " answered she , quietly . Then no sooner is the messenger gone when in rush the evil thoughts , the cruel , murderous plans . " Duncan ...
... comes here to - night . " " The king ! Very well , let every preparation be made for his reception , " answered she , quietly . Then no sooner is the messenger gone when in rush the evil thoughts , the cruel , murderous plans . " Duncan ...
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... comes . And now , good sleep to you . " • " Thanks ; the like to you . " And now , " said Macbeth , turning to his servant , " Go bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , that she strike upon the bell . Then get thee to bed . I shall ...
... comes . And now , good sleep to you . " • " Thanks ; the like to you . " And now , " said Macbeth , turning to his servant , " Go bid thy mistress , when my drink is ready , that she strike upon the bell . Then get thee to bed . I shall ...
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... comes now ! Poor Prince ! how sad he looks ! Since his father's death , he has been thus clouded with the deepest melancholy . Student as he was , he seems to care no longer for his books ; his games are thrown aside , and he wanders up ...
... comes now ! Poor Prince ! how sad he looks ! Since his father's death , he has been thus clouded with the deepest melancholy . Student as he was , he seems to care no longer for his books ; his games are thrown aside , and he wanders up ...
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... comes to bid us listen and perhaps avenge his wrong . be told . " Of this appearance , young Hamlet must Fearing the young Prince might not credit their report , the guards went first to his friend Horatio ; told him what for two nights ...
... comes to bid us listen and perhaps avenge his wrong . be told . " Of this appearance , young Hamlet must Fearing the young Prince might not credit their report , the guards went first to his friend Horatio ; told him what for two nights ...
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ambition answered Augustus Cæsar back our Cæsar Banquo Belarius blood bloody deed bondman Brabantio Cæsar loved CAESAR'S FUNERAL Cæsar's spirit Cassio cried Cymbeline dagger dare daughter dear friend Decius Desdemona dogs of war dost dream Duke earth eyes father fear follow fortune foul friend of Cæsar's gentle Ghost Give back grace grief Hamlet hands Havock hear heart heaven Hecuba honest honor Horatio Iachimo Iago ides of March Imogen JULIUS CÆSAR kill king king's Lady Macbeth Laertes look lord lov'd Macb Marc Antony matter Michael Cassio Moor mother murder night noble offended once Ophelia Othello peace Pisanio pity Polonius poor Posthumus princes Queen revenge Roderigo Roman Rome sister sleep smile soul speak stood strange sweet sword tears tell thane of Cawdor thee there's thing thou hast villain voice wicked witches words young youth
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Página 51 - 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...
Página 40 - What? Ghost. I am thy father's spirit ; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day...
Página 5 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Página 143 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 34 - O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Página 124 - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things ! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Home : And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the...
Página 144 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Página 81 - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Página 6 - Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't.
Página 59 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command...