Scenes from Old Playbooks: Arranged as an Introduction to ShakespearePercy Simpson Clarendon Press, 1906 - 248 pages |
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... questions . [ Aside . Will you come tò me ? · Mine aunt too , and my cousins ! No Romans , uncle ? Caratach . Yes , my sweet boy . Hengo . Caratach . All , my good child . Hengo . Caratach . No , boy . 10 Hengo . I 24 JOHN FLETCHER.
... questions . [ Aside . Will you come tò me ? · Mine aunt too , and my cousins ! No Romans , uncle ? Caratach . Yes , my sweet boy . Hengo . Caratach . All , my good child . Hengo . Caratach . No , boy . 10 Hengo . I 24 JOHN FLETCHER.
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... sweet boy ! Come , chicken , let's go seek some place of strength 75 ( The country's full of scouts ) to rest a while in ; Thou wilt not else be able to endure The journey to my country . Fruits and water Must be your food awhile , boy ...
... sweet boy ! Come , chicken , let's go seek some place of strength 75 ( The country's full of scouts ) to rest a while in ; Thou wilt not else be able to endure The journey to my country . Fruits and water Must be your food awhile , boy ...
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... sweet chicken , 10 See , they have reached us ; and , as it seems , they bear Some soldier's body , by their solemn gestures And sad solemnities ; it well appears too To be of eminence . [ He shows himself on the rock , and calls to the ...
... sweet chicken , 10 See , they have reached us ; and , as it seems , they bear Some soldier's body , by their solemn gestures And sad solemnities ; it well appears too To be of eminence . [ He shows himself on the rock , and calls to the ...
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... sweet uncle ; you will kill me sooner . Caratach . Oh , my poor chicken ! Hengo . Fie , faint - hearted uncle ! Come , tie me in your belt , and let me down . Caratach . I'll go myself , boy . Hengo . No ; as you love me , uncle ! 35 I ...
... sweet uncle ; you will kill me sooner . Caratach . Oh , my poor chicken ! Hengo . Fie , faint - hearted uncle ! Come , tie me in your belt , and let me down . Caratach . I'll go myself , boy . Hengo . No ; as you love me , uncle ! 35 I ...
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... sweet Spencer , thus then must we part ? Spencer . We must , my lord ; so will the angry heavens . King . Nay , so will hell and cruel Mortimer ; The gentle heavens have not to do in this . 70 Baldock . My lord , it is in vain to grieve ...
... sweet Spencer , thus then must we part ? Spencer . We must , my lord ; so will the angry heavens . King . Nay , so will hell and cruel Mortimer ; The gentle heavens have not to do in this . 70 Baldock . My lord , it is in vain to grieve ...
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Page 133 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 77 - This story shall the good man teach his son, And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by From this day to the ending of the world But we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition.
Page 135 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 121 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Page 131 - 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.
Page 139 - 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?
Page 69 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Page 131 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious I slew him.
Page 132 - 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.
Page 61 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.