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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Page 182
... doth ebb and flow like the sea , being govern'd , as the sea is , by the moon . As , for proof , now : a purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night , and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning ; now in as low an ebb as ...
... doth ebb and flow like the sea , being govern'd , as the sea is , by the moon . As , for proof , now : a purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night , and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning ; now in as low an ebb as ...
Page 184
... doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world , That , when he please again to be himself , Being wanted , he may be more wonder'd at . If all the year were playing holidays , To sport would be as ...
... doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world , That , when he please again to be himself , Being wanted , he may be more wonder'd at . If all the year were playing holidays , To sport would be as ...
Page 186
... doth deny his prisoners , But with proviso and exception , - That we at our own charge shall ransom straight His brother - in - law , the foolish Mortimer ; Who , on my soul , hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those that he did lead ...
... doth deny his prisoners , But with proviso and exception , - That we at our own charge shall ransom straight His brother - in - law , the foolish Mortimer ; Who , on my soul , hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those that he did lead ...
Page 188
... doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities . Wor . Good cousin , give me audience for a while . Hot . I cry you mercy . Wor . That are your prisoners , — Those same noble Scots I'll keep them all ; Hot . By ...
... doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities . Wor . Good cousin , give me audience for a while . Hot . I cry you mercy . Wor . That are your prisoners , — Those same noble Scots I'll keep them all ; Hot . By ...
Page 189
... doth begin To make us strangers to his looks of love . Uncle , adieu : O , let the hours be short Hot . He does , he does : we'll be reveng'd on him . Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport ! ACT II . The highway , near ...
... doth begin To make us strangers to his looks of love . Uncle , adieu : O , let the hours be short Hot . He does , he does : we'll be reveng'd on him . Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport ! ACT II . The highway , near ...
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Art thou Bardolph Beat Beatrice better blood brother Cassell's Cesario Claud Claudio cloth cousin coward dear DON PEDRO dost thou doth Duke of Burgundy England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fellow Fluellen fool Forest of Arden France Friar friends gentleman give grace hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath hear heart Hero hither honour horse HOTSPUR Illyria Kate KING HENRY lady leek Leon Leonato liege look lord madam majesty Malvolio Marry master Master constable Mortimer never night noble Olivia Orlando Percy Pist Poins pray Prince Prince of Wales prithee Re-enter Rosalind shalt Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir Topas soldier soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast to-morrow troth uncle villain wilt youth Zounds
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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.