The Shakespeare reader, extr. from the plays with intr. paragraphs and notes by C.H. Wykes |
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... keep a witty person as jester , or fool , to amuse them by his laughable speeches and gestures . 100. Woo him . - Persuade him ; prevail upon him to go with us . Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us AS YOU LIKE IT . 29 KING ...
... keep a witty person as jester , or fool , to amuse them by his laughable speeches and gestures . 100. Woo him . - Persuade him ; prevail upon him to go with us . Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us AS YOU LIKE IT . 29 KING ...
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... keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , A passion hateful to my purposes , 25 25 Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes , Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit alone , 30 ...
... keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , A passion hateful to my purposes , 25 25 Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes , Hear me without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using conceit alone , 30 ...
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... keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . K. John . Hub . My lord ? 335 40 45 Death . 50 K. John . Hub . K. John . A grave . He shall not live . Enough . 55 I could be merry now . Hubert , I love thee ; Well , I'll not say ...
... keep him so , That he shall not offend your majesty . K. John . Hub . My lord ? 335 40 45 Death . 50 K. John . Hub . K. John . A grave . He shall not live . Enough . 55 I could be merry now . Hubert , I love thee ; Well , I'll not say ...
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... keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! 80 85 VIII . KING JOHN . ACT ...
... keep this form upon my head , When there is such disorder in my wit . O Lord ! my boy , my Arthur , my fair son ! My life , my joy , my food , my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! 80 85 VIII . KING JOHN . ACT ...
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... keep mine eyes ; O , spare mine eyes , Though to no use but still to look on you ! Lo , by my troth , the instrument is cold And would not harm me . I can heat it , boy . Arth . No , in good sooth ; the fire is dead with grief , Being ...
... keep mine eyes ; O , spare mine eyes , Though to no use but still to look on you ! Lo , by my troth , the instrument is cold And would not harm me . I can heat it , boy . Arth . No , in good sooth ; the fire is dead with grief , Being ...
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Antonio Arth Arthur banished Bassanio battle of Agincourt blood body Boling Bolingbroke bond breath brother Brutus Buckingham Cæsar called Cassius Celia chidden Clarence Constance court cousin Crom Cromwell crown daughter death deeds doth ducats Duke Duke of Gloucester Duke of York Earl Edward England Exeunt eyes father fear flesh friends gentle give Glou Gloucester grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry IV honour Hubert Jaques John of Gaunt Julius Cæsar KING HENRY King Richard KING RICHARD II king's liege live look lord Margaret of Anjou means mercy mythology night noble Northumberland note 39 oath Pandulph participle pity play poison'd poor pray prince Rich SCENE Shakespeare Shylock soul speak sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tongue unto Venice verb Warwick Wolsey word young
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Էջ 71 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Էջ 62 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity.
Էջ 73 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Էջ 159 - She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her, that she did pity them.
Էջ 38 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, 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.
Էջ 122 - 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.
Էջ 132 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was: For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Էջ 72 - 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.
Էջ 147 - 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...
Էջ 67 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...