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 181
... hast thou to do with the time of the day ? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons , I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day . Fal . Indeed , you come near me now , Hal ; for we that ...
... hast thou to do with the time of the day ? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons , I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day . Fal . Indeed , you come near me now , Hal ; for we that ...
Page 182
... hast done much harm upon me , Hal ; God forgive thee for it ! Before I knew thee , Hal , I knew nothing ; and now am I , if a man should speak truly , little better than one of the wicked . I must give over this life , and I will give ...
... hast done much harm upon me , Hal ; God forgive thee for it ! Before I knew thee , Hal , I knew nothing ; and now am I , if a man should speak truly , little better than one of the wicked . I must give over this life , and I will give ...
Page 192
... hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks ; And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick - ey'd musing and curs'd melancholy ? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd , And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars ; 6 Cry ...
... hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks ; And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick - ey'd musing and curs'd melancholy ? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd , And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars ; 6 Cry ...
Page 193
... hast thou kill'd to - day ? Give my roan horse a drench , ' says he ; and answers ' Some fourteen , ' an hour after ; a trifle , a trifle . ' I prithee , call in Falstaff . 6 6 Enter FALSTAFF , GADSHILL , BARDOLPH , and PETO ; FRANCIS ...
... hast thou kill'd to - day ? Give my roan horse a drench , ' says he ; and answers ' Some fourteen , ' an hour after ; a trifle , a trifle . ' I prithee , call in Falstaff . 6 6 Enter FALSTAFF , GADSHILL , BARDOLPH , and PETO ; FRANCIS ...
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... hast tired thyself in base comparisons , hear me speak but this . Poins . Mark , Jack . Prince . We twò saw you four set on four and bound them , and were masters of their wealth . Mark now , how a plain tale shall put you down . Then ...
... hast tired thyself in base comparisons , hear me speak but this . Poins . Mark , Jack . Prince . We twò saw you four set on four and bound them , and were masters of their wealth . Mark now , how a plain tale shall put you down . Then ...
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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 F DUKE OF BURGUNDY England English 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 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
Popular passages
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.