The Shakspere reading book, being seventeen of Shakspere's plays abridged for the use of schools and public readings by H.C. Bowen |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Antium Ariel Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar Caliban cardinal Casca Cassell's Cassius Cawdor cloth COMINIUS Coriolanus crown dear death Dictionary didst dost doth Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear friends Galpin Ghost give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio ides of March is't JULIUS CÆSAR Kath king king's Lady Laer Laertes look lord LORD CHAMBERLAIN lov'd Lucius Macb Macd Macduff madam Marcius Mark Antony master MENENIUS mother night noble peace Petter poison'd Polonius poor pray prithee Pros Queen Re-enter Roman Rome Ross SHAKSPERE shalt SICINIUS sleep soul speak spirit stand sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thing Third Cit thou art thou hast Titinius tongue Trin voices Volsces VOLUMNIA What's wife Witch word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 432 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Página 453 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 382 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable : What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it : they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Página 396 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly — heaven and earth Must I remember? why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on, and yet within a month, Let me not think on 't; frailty thy name is woman!
Página 386 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Página 372 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 414 - Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
Página 444 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 377 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
Página 361 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.