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 180
... LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER , the EARL OF WESTMORELAND , SIR WALTER BLUNT , and others . King . The edge of war , like an ill - sheathéd knife , No more shall cut his master . Therefore , friends , As far as to the sepulchre of Christ ...
... LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER , the EARL OF WESTMORELAND , SIR WALTER BLUNT , and others . King . The edge of war , like an ill - sheathéd knife , No more shall cut his master . Therefore , friends , As far as to the sepulchre of Christ ...
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... lord ; For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the north . King . Here is a dear , a true industrious friend , Sir Walter Blunt , new lighted from his horse ; And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news . The Earl of Douglas is ...
... lord ; For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the north . King . Here is a dear , a true industrious friend , Sir Walter Blunt , new lighted from his horse ; And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news . The Earl of Douglas is ...
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... Lord , I'll be a brave judge . Prince . Thou judgest false already : I mean , thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves , and so become a rare hangman . 81 Fal . Well , Hal , well ; and in some sort it jumps with my humour as well as ...
... Lord , I'll be a brave judge . Prince . Thou judgest false already : I mean , thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves , and so become a rare hangman . 81 Fal . Well , Hal , well ; and in some sort it jumps with my humour as well as ...
Page 183
... 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 reasons for this adventure that he shall go . Fal . Well , God give ...
... 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 reasons for this adventure that he shall go . Fal . Well , God give ...
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... lord . Prince . I know you all , and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness . Yet herein will I imitate the sun , Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world , That , when he please ...
... lord . Prince . I know you all , and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness . Yet herein will I imitate the sun , Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world , That , when he please ...
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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.