The Reader's Shakespeare: His Dramatic Work Condensed, Connected, and Emphasized for School, College, Parlour, and Platform ..., 1±ÇFunk and Wagnalls Company, 1895 |
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... and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son , Arthur Plantagenet , -lays most lawful claim To this fair island , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine 10 [ Act 1 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
... and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son , Arthur Plantagenet , -lays most lawful claim To this fair island , and the territories ; To Ireland , Poictiers , Anjou , Touraine , Maine 10 [ Act 1 . THE READER'S SHAKESPEARE .
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... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour - and ' my ' land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . - Why , ' being younger born , Doth he lay claim to ' thine inheritance ? Faul . I know not why , -except to get the ...
... fair five hundred pound a year : Heaven guard my mother's honour - and ' my ' land ! K. John . A good blunt fellow . - Why , ' being younger born , Doth he lay claim to ' thine inheritance ? Faul . I know not why , -except to get the ...
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... fair boy , Will I not ' think of home , but follow ' arms . L. Con . O , take his mother's ' thanks , -a ' widow's thanks , - Till your strong hand shall help to give ' him strength , To make a ' more requital to your love ! But stay an ...
... fair boy , Will I not ' think of home , but follow ' arms . L. Con . O , take his mother's ' thanks , -a ' widow's thanks , - Till your strong hand shall help to give ' him strength , To make a ' more requital to your love ! But stay an ...
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... fair - faced league ; Win you this city ' without stroke or wound ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in ' beds , That here come ' sacrifices for the ' field . K. John . Speak - on with ' favour ; we are bent to hear . Cit . That ...
... fair - faced league ; Win you this city ' without stroke or wound ; Rescue those breathing lives to die in ' beds , That here come ' sacrifices for the ' field . K. John . Speak - on with ' favour ; we are bent to hear . Cit . That ...
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... fair town We make him lord of .- ' Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity . I trust we shall , If not fill - up the measure of her ' will , Yet , in ' some measure , satisfy her so , That we ...
... fair town We make him lord of .- ' Call the Lady Constance ; Some speedy messenger bid her repair To our solemnity . I trust we shall , If not fill - up the measure of her ' will , Yet , in ' some measure , satisfy her so , That we ...
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464 ÆäÀÌÁö - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
444 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
358 ÆäÀÌÁö - s dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's...
422 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
356 ÆäÀÌÁö - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
427 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
436 ÆäÀÌÁö - Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men. I will not do them wrong: I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.