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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... never stir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have ' this face ; ' I would not be " Sir Nob " in any case ! Q. E. I like thee well . Wilt thou ' forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to ' him , and follow ' me ? ' I am a ...
... never stir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have ' this face ; ' I would not be " Sir Nob " in any case ! Q. E. I like thee well . Wilt thou ' forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to ' him , and follow ' me ? ' I am a ...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off ' more circumstance : they are at hand , To parley , or to ' fight ; therefore prepare ! ... [ Drums heard ...
... never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off ' more circumstance : they are at hand , To parley , or to ' fight ; therefore prepare ! ... [ Drums heard ...
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... never see it but a ' holiday . L. Con . A ' wicked day , and not a holy day ! What hath this day ' deserved ? what hath it ' done , That ' it in golden letters should be set Among the high tides3 in the calendar ? Nay , rather turn this ...
... never see it but a ' holiday . L. Con . A ' wicked day , and not a holy day ! What hath this day ' deserved ? what hath it ' done , That ' it in golden letters should be set Among the high tides3 in the calendar ? Nay , rather turn this ...
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... never , never Must I behold my ' pretty Arthur more ! Pand . You hold too heinous a respect ' of grief . L. Con . ' He talks to me that never had a son . K. Phi . You are as fond of ' grief as of your child . L. Con . Grief fills the ...
... never , never Must I behold my ' pretty Arthur more ! Pand . You hold too heinous a respect ' of grief . L. Con . ' He talks to me that never had a son . K. Phi . You are as fond of ' grief as of your child . L. Con . Grief fills the ...
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... never ' did , nor never ' sha So much as ' frown on ' you ! Hub . I have ' sworn t Arth . O , if an ' Angel should have come to me . And told me ' Hubert should put out mine I would not have believed , no tongue b Hub . Come forth ...
... never ' did , nor never ' sha So much as ' frown on ' you ! Hub . I have ' sworn t Arth . O , if an ' Angel should have come to me . And told me ' Hubert should put out mine I would not have believed , no tongue b Hub . Come forth ...
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195 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...
407 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, honour is the subject of my story.— I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
208 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...
458 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.
438 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.
436 ÆäÀÌÁö - I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, 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...
431 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart, And in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, (Which all the while ran blood), great Caesar fell.
421 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.
432 ÆäÀÌÁö - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
352 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, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.