Scenes from Old Playbooks
Clarendon Press, 1906 - 248 страница
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Scenes from Old Playbooks: Arranged as an Introduction to Shakespeare
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acted actors answer Antonio appear Bassanio bear better blood body bond Bottom bring brother Brutus Caesar Caratach Cassius Citizen comes court crown dead death Dogberry doth Duke England Enter Exeunt eyes face faith fall Falstaff father fear feel follow friends give grace hand hanged hast hath head hear heart heaven Hengo Henry Hobs hold Holinshed honour justice keep kill kind King King's lady leave live look lord Mark master means meet mind never night noble once play poor Portia pray present Prince Pyramus Quince Richard ring Romans scene Second Shakespeare Shylock soldiers soul speak stage stand stay sweet sword tell thee things thou thought thousand true turn uncle wall Warwick watch
Страница 134 - 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.
Страница 79 - 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.
Страница 137 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
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.
Страница 71 - 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!
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.