Shakspearian Reader: A Collection of the Most Approved Plays of Shakspeare; Carefully Revised, with Introductory Notes, and a Memoir of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1857 - 469 pages |
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... heart unfortified , or mind impatient : An understanding simple and unschool'd : For what , we know , must be ; and is as common As any of the most vulgar thing to sense , Why should we , in our peevish onposition Take it to honut Ham ...
... heart unfortified , or mind impatient : An understanding simple and unschool'd : For what , we know , must be ; and is as common As any of the most vulgar thing to sense , Why should we , in our peevish onposition Take it to honut Ham ...
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... heart : But , good my brother , Do not , as some ungracious pastors do , Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whilst , like a puff'd and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks not his own ...
... heart : But , good my brother , Do not , as some ungracious pastors do , Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whilst , like a puff'd and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks not his own ...
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... heart : 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 ...
... heart : 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 ...
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... heart a working , mute and dumb , Or look'd upon this love with idle sight ; What might you think ? no , I went round to work , And my young mistress thus did I bespeak ; Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere ; This must not be ...
... heart a working , mute and dumb , Or look'd upon this love with idle sight ; What might you think ? no , I went round to work , And my young mistress thus did I bespeak ; Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere ; This must not be ...
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... heart ; Whereon his brains still beating , puts him thus From fashion of himself . What think you on't ? Pol . It shall do well ; but yet I do believe , The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love . - How now ...
... heart ; Whereon his brains still beating , puts him thus From fashion of himself . What think you on't ? Pol . It shall do well ; but yet I do believe , The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love . - How now ...
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1st Clo Antonio art thou bear Benedick blood Brabantio brother Brutus Cæsar Casca Cassius Claud Claudio Cordelia daughter dead dear death Demetrius Desdemona doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father FAULCONBRIDGE fear fool foul gentle give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor Iago Isab Juliet JULIUS CÆSAR Kent king lady Laertes Lear Leonato live look lord lov'd Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam Mark Antony marry master master constable Mira never night noble Nurse o'er Othello Pedro poison'd POLONIUS poor pr'ythee pray prince Queen Romeo Rosalind SCENE Shakspeare SHAKSPEARIAN READER Shylock signior sleep soul speak spirit sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast tongue true Tybalt word young
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Page 27 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn...
Page 344 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 442 - 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.
Page 328 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 29 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 34 - Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass ; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak '. 'Sblood ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 116 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 125 - 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 slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Page 25 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, May be a devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 37 - Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.