Stories from Shakespeare, Volume 1Educational Publishing Company, 1890 - 165 páginas |
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... royal hope . you can look into the seeds of time , And say , which grain will grow and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg nor fear , Your favors nor your hate . " ୧୧ Hail ! Hail ! Hail ! " cried the MACBETH .
... royal hope . you can look into the seeds of time , And say , which grain will grow and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg nor fear , Your favors nor your hate . " ୧୧ Hail ! Hail ! Hail ! " cried the MACBETH .
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... Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue ; look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for ; and you shall put This nights's great business into my ...
... Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye , Your hand , your tongue ; look like the innocent flower , But be the serpent under it . He that's coming Must be provided for ; and you shall put This nights's great business into my ...
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... look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? Such I account thy love . From this time , Art thou afraid To be the same in thine own act and valor As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of ...
... look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? Such I account thy love . From this time , Art thou afraid To be the same in thine own act and valor As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of ...
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... Look on't again I dare not . Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood , That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms ...
... Look on't again I dare not . Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : ' tis the eye of childhood , That fears a painted devil . If he do bleed , I'll gild the faces of the grooms ...
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... look of horror spread over the wicked king's face . Trembling with fear , his voice almost strangled in his throat , he clutched at Lady Macbeth , saying : " Oh , ' tis Banquo's ghost ! he sits upon my chair ! " Brave man as Macbeth was ...
... look of horror spread over the wicked king's face . Trembling with fear , his voice almost strangled in his throat , he clutched at Lady Macbeth , saying : " Oh , ' tis Banquo's ghost ! he sits upon my chair ! " Brave man as Macbeth was ...
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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 Cymbeline dagger dare daughter dear friend Decius Desdemona dogs of war 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 pray 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 wrong 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...