Choice thoughts from Shakspere, by the author of 'The book of familiar quotations'. |
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... scenes in which Speed and Launce , servants to Valentine and Proteus , appear . Аст І. Love Commended and Censured . PROTEUS . Yet writers say , As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells , so eating love Inhabits in the finest ...
... scenes in which Speed and Launce , servants to Valentine and Proteus , appear . Аст І. Love Commended and Censured . PROTEUS . Yet writers say , As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells , so eating love Inhabits in the finest ...
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... scene similar to the murder of his father . The agitation of the king and queen at witnessing this representation , convinces Hamlet of their guilt , and he eventually avenges his father's death by killing the guilty Claudius ; the ...
... scene similar to the murder of his father . The agitation of the king and queen at witnessing this representation , convinces Hamlet of their guilt , and he eventually avenges his father's death by killing the guilty Claudius ; the ...
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... . I have heard That guilty creatures , sitting at a play , Have by the very cunning of the scene * Alluding to his father's murder and the usurpation of the crown by his uncle . Been struck so to the soul , that presently They Hamlet . 35.
... . I have heard That guilty creatures , sitting at a play , Have by the very cunning of the scene * Alluding to his father's murder and the usurpation of the crown by his uncle . Been struck so to the soul , that presently They Hamlet . 35.
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... Scene between Brutus and Cassius . CASSIUS . That you have wronged me , doth appear in this : You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella , For taking bribes here of the Sardians ; Wherein my letters , praying on his side , Because I knew ...
... Scene between Brutus and Cassius . CASSIUS . That you have wronged me , doth appear in this : You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella , For taking bribes here of the Sardians ; Wherein my letters , praying on his side , Because I knew ...
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... Scene between Lear and Cordelia . CORDELIA . How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? LEAR . You do me wrong to take me out o ' the grave . Thou art a soul in bliss : but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire , that mine own tears Do ...
... Scene between Lear and Cordelia . CORDELIA . How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? LEAR . You do me wrong to take me out o ' the grave . Thou art a soul in bliss : but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire , that mine own tears Do ...
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Antony art thou banished battle battle of Agincourt bear beauty blood bosom breath brother Brutus Cæsar CASSIUS cheek Cordelia Coriolanus crown Cymbeline Dauphin of France dead dear death deed Desdemona dost doth dream Duke ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool FRIAR friends gentle GHOST give grave grief HAMLET hand hath head hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour hour Hubert Iago JULIET KING HENRY kiss lady lips live look lord Mark Antony marriage married mercy murder ne'er never night nine men's morris noble o'er Othello's peace pity play poison poor Prince queen ROMEO shame sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thoughts tongue Tybalt unto virtue weep whilst wife wilt wind word wretched youth Аст Аст І
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Стр. 115 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Стр. 148 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side'; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Стр. 317 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Стр. 111 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Стр. 316 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Стр. 111 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Стр. 54 - 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. 237 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Стр. 9 - By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be...
Стр. 148 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...