Scenes from Old PlaybooksClarendon Press, 1906 - 248 страница |
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... . ' Tis done away , close ! Caratach comes out on the rock . [ Exeunt . Caratach . Sleep still , sleep sweetly , child ; ' tis all thou feed'st on : 10 No gentle Briton near , no valiant charity To bring 30 JOHN FLETCHER.
... . ' Tis done away , close ! Caratach comes out on the rock . [ Exeunt . Caratach . Sleep still , sleep sweetly , child ; ' tis all thou feed'st on : 10 No gentle Briton near , no valiant charity To bring 30 JOHN FLETCHER.
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Percy Simpson. No gentle Briton near , no valiant charity To bring thee food ? Poor knave , thou art sick , extreme sick , and yet thy goodness All the woods Almost grown wild for meat ; Will not confess nor show it . Are double - lined ...
Percy Simpson. No gentle Briton near , no valiant charity To bring thee food ? Poor knave , thou art sick , extreme sick , and yet thy goodness All the woods Almost grown wild for meat ; Will not confess nor show it . Are double - lined ...
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... gentle heart . Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hubert . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arthur . Is there no remedy ? Hubert . 90 None , but to lose your eyes . Arthur . O heaven , that there were but a ...
... gentle heart . Let him come back , that his compassion may Give life to yours . Hubert . Come , boy , prepare yourself . Arthur . Is there no remedy ? Hubert . 90 None , but to lose your eyes . Arthur . O heaven , that there were but a ...
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Percy Simpson. Your lives and my dishonour they pursue . Yet , gentle monks , for treasure , gold , or fee , Do not betray us and our company . 25 Monks . Your grace may sit secure , if none but we Do wot of your abode . Spencer . Not ...
Percy Simpson. Your lives and my dishonour they pursue . Yet , gentle monks , for treasure , gold , or fee , Do not betray us and our company . 25 Monks . Your grace may sit secure , if none but we Do wot of your abode . Spencer . Not ...
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... gentle heavens have not to do in this . 70 Baldock . My lord , it is in vain to grieve or storm ; Here humbly of your grace we take our leaves . Our lots are cast , I fear me so is thine . King . In heaven we may , in earth never shall ...
... gentle heavens have not to do in this . 70 Baldock . My lord , it is in vain to grieve or storm ; Here humbly of your grace we take our leaves . Our lots are cast , I fear me so is thine . King . In heaven we may , in earth never shall ...
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actors Antonio Bassanio blood bond Bonduca brother Brutus Caesar Caratach Cassius Clarence Clitus comes court Cromwell crown Cymbeline Dardanius dead dear death Decius Dogberry doth ducats Duke Earl Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff Farewell father fear friends Gadshill gentle give grace Gratiano Guiomar hand hath hear heart heaven Hengo Hobs honour Hubert Judas justice King Henry King's kneeling lady Leonato Lightborn live look lord Mark Antony master Master constable mercy Nennius Nerissa never night noble pardon Plantagenet play pluck Poins Portia pray Prince Pyramus Quince Richard ring Romans Rome Rutilio Salanio scene Second Citizen Sellenger Shakespeare Shylock soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suetonius Surrey sweet sword tanner tell thee Theseus Thisbe thou art thou hast thousand ducats Tubal uncle unto Urswick Venice Volumnius Warbeck Warwick watch WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Wolsey words ΙΟ
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Страница 71 - 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.
Страница 133 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Страница 141 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour?
Страница 135 - 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.
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Страница 138 - 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.
Страница 134 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.