The Student's Shakespeare: Thirty-seven Plays, Analyzed and Topically Arranged for the Use of Clergymen, Lawyers, Students, EtcB. A. Fowler & Company, 1880 - Всего страниц: 625 |
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... father , I do perceive here a divided duty : To you , I am bound for life , and education ; My life , and education , both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty , I am hitherto your daughter : But here's my husband ...
... father , I do perceive here a divided duty : To you , I am bound for life , and education ; My life , and education , both do learn me How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty , I am hitherto your daughter : But here's my husband ...
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... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I ...
... father ? The readiest way to make the wench amends , Is to become her husband , and her father : The which will I ; not all so much for love , As for another secret close intent , By marrying her , which I must reach unto . But yet I ...
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... father on a hill Stood smiling , to behold his lion's whelp Forage in blood of French nobility . ANCESTRY . - Pride of . H. V. , I : 2 : 822 . Sly . Y ' are a baggage ; the Slys are no rogues . Look in the chronicles , we came in with ...
... father on a hill Stood smiling , to behold his lion's whelp Forage in blood of French nobility . ANCESTRY . - Pride of . H. V. , I : 2 : 822 . Sly . Y ' are a baggage ; the Slys are no rogues . Look in the chronicles , we came in with ...
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... Father's . Leon . * * Why had I one ? Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? Why had I not , with charitable hand , Took up a beggar's issue at my gates ; Who , smirched thus , and mir'd with in- famy , I might have said , " No part of ...
... Father's . Leon . * * Why had I one ? Why ever wast thou lovely in my eyes ? Why had I not , with charitable hand , Took up a beggar's issue at my gates ; Who , smirched thus , and mir'd with in- famy , I might have said , " No part of ...
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... Father's wrathful curse . H. VI . , 2 pt . , III : 2. 928 . ATTEMPTS . — Foolish . Will . You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice , With fanning in his face with a peacock's feather . -Fruitless . H. V. , IV : 1. 842 . York ...
... Father's wrathful curse . H. VI . , 2 pt . , III : 2. 928 . ATTEMPTS . — Foolish . Will . You may as well go about to turn the sun to ice , With fanning in his face with a peacock's feather . -Fruitless . H. V. , IV : 1. 842 . York ...
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Стр. 253 - 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.
Стр. 11 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus...
Стр. 517 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Стр. 519 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Стр. 21 - 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.
Стр. 62 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Стр. 59 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Стр. 522 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Стр. 507 - 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...
Стр. 388 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o...