William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His TeachingMelville & Mullen, 1903 - 410 pagina's |
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Pagina 59
... art thou ? and how comest thou hither , Where no man never comes , but that sad dog That brings me food , to make misfortune live ? Groom . - I was a poor groom of thy stable , king , When thou wert king ; who , travelling towards York ...
... art thou ? and how comest thou hither , Where no man never comes , but that sad dog That brings me food , to make misfortune live ? Groom . - I was a poor groom of thy stable , king , When thou wert king ; who , travelling towards York ...
Pagina 60
... thou love me , ' tis time thou wert away . Groom . What my tongue dares not , that my heart shall say . Keep . - My lord , wilt please you to fall to ? K. Richard . - Taste of it first , as thou art wont to do . Keep . My lord , I dare ...
... thou love me , ' tis time thou wert away . Groom . What my tongue dares not , that my heart shall say . Keep . - My lord , wilt please you to fall to ? K. Richard . - Taste of it first , as thou art wont to do . Keep . My lord , I dare ...
Pagina 66
... art thou mad ? art thou mad ? is not the truth the truth ? P. Henry . Why , how could'st thou know these men in Kendal green , when it was so dark thou could'st not see thy hand ? come , tell us your reason ; what sayest thou to this ...
... art thou mad ? art thou mad ? is not the truth the truth ? P. Henry . Why , how could'st thou know these men in Kendal green , when it was so dark thou could'st not see thy hand ? come , tell us your reason ; what sayest thou to this ...
Pagina 67
... thou now ? Falstaff . By the Lord , I knew ye , as well as he that made ye ... thy running away . Falstaff . - Ah ! no more of that Hal , an thou lovest me . But not even this can abash Falstaff's impudence ... art E 2 SHAKESPEARE . 67.
... thou now ? Falstaff . By the Lord , I knew ye , as well as he that made ye ... thy running away . Falstaff . - Ah ! no more of that Hal , an thou lovest me . But not even this can abash Falstaff's impudence ... art E 2 SHAKESPEARE . 67.
Pagina 68
... thou not horribly afeard ? Thou being heir - apparent , could the world pick thee out three such enemies again , as that fiend Douglas , that spirit Percy , and that devil Glendower ? Art thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood ...
... thou not horribly afeard ? Thou being heir - apparent , could the world pick thee out three such enemies again , as that fiend Douglas , that spirit Percy , and that devil Glendower ? Art thou not horribly afraid ? doth not thy blood ...
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William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His Teaching George William Rusden Volledige weergave - 1903 |
William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His Teaching (Classic Reprint) George William Rusden Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2017 |
William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His Teaching George William Rusden Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 197 - 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...
Pagina 148 - I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile prom'ontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Pagina 404 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Pagina 137 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted...
Pagina 302 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pagina 221 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pagina 197 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Pagina 184 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Pagina 177 - 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?
Pagina 145 - And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up! — Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.