The Shakspere reading book, being seventeen of Shakspere's plays abridged for the use of schools and public readings by H.C. Bowen |
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... Prince of sons to Wales , } the King . JOHN of Lancaster , EARL OF WESTMORELAND . SIR WALTER BLUNT . THOMAS PERCY , Earl of Worcester . Earl of surnamed HENRY PERCY , Northumberland . HENRY PERCY , HOTSPUR , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER ...
... Prince of sons to Wales , } the King . JOHN of Lancaster , EARL OF WESTMORELAND . SIR WALTER BLUNT . THOMAS PERCY , Earl of Worcester . Earl of surnamed HENRY PERCY , Northumberland . HENRY PERCY , HOTSPUR , his son . EDMUND MORTIMER ...
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... Prince's . 40 [ Exeunt . Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? 50 Prince . What hast thou to do with the time of the day ? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons , I see no ...
... Prince's . 40 [ Exeunt . Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF . Fal . Now , Hal , what time of day is it , lad ? 50 Prince . What hast thou to do with the time of the day ? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons , I see no ...
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... Prince . What , none ? 60 Fal . No , by my troth , not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter . Prince . Well , how then ? come , roundly , roundly . Fal . Marry , then , sweet wag , when thou art king , let not us ...
... Prince . What , none ? 60 Fal . No , by my troth , not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter . Prince . Well , how then ? come , roundly , roundly . Fal . Marry , then , sweet wag , when thou art king , let not us ...
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... Prince . Well , come what will , I'll tarry at home . Fal . By the Lord , I'll be a traitor then when thou art king . Prince . I care not . 121 Poins . Sir John , I prithee , leave the prince and me alone : I will lay him down such ...
... Prince . Well , come what will , I'll tarry at home . Fal . By the Lord , I'll be a traitor then when thou art king . Prince . I care not . 121 Poins . Sir John , I prithee , leave the prince and me alone : I will lay him down such ...
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... Prince . Well , I'll go with thee : provide us all things necessary , and meet me to - morrow night in Eastcheap ; there I'll sup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . Prince . I know you all , and will awhile uphold The unyok'd ...
... Prince . Well , I'll go with thee : provide us all things necessary , and meet me to - morrow night in Eastcheap ; there I'll sup . Farewell . Poins . Farewell , my lord . Prince . I know you all , and will awhile uphold The unyok'd ...
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Page 322 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 297 - 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...
Page 241 - 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 to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition...
Page 333 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 212 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 334 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 307 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 333 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 300 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Page 240 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.