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 183
... poor abuses of the time want countenance . Farewell you shall find me in Eastcheap . 129 [ Exit Falstaff . Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to- morrow : I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone . Falstaff ...
... poor abuses of the time want countenance . Farewell you shall find me in Eastcheap . 129 [ Exit Falstaff . Poins . Now , my good sweet honey lord , ride with us to- morrow : I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage alone . Falstaff ...
Page 194
... poor four of us . Prince . What , a hundred , man ? 170 a hundred upon Fal . I am a rogue , if I were not at half - sword with a dozen of them two hours together . I have ' scaped by miracle . I am eight times thrust through the doublet ...
... poor four of us . Prince . What , a hundred , man ? 170 a hundred upon Fal . I am a rogue , if I were not at half - sword with a dozen of them two hours together . I have ' scaped by miracle . I am eight times thrust through the doublet ...
Page 195
... poor old Jack , then am I no two- legg'd creature . Prince . Pray Heaven you have not mùrder'd some of them . Fal . Nay , that's past praying for . I have pepper'd two of them ; twò I am sure I have paid , two rogues in buckram suits ...
... poor old Jack , then am I no two- legg'd creature . Prince . Pray Heaven you have not mùrder'd some of them . Fal . Nay , that's past praying for . I have pepper'd two of them ; twò I am sure I have paid , two rogues in buckram suits ...
Page 204
... poor ; he hath nothing . Fal . How ! poor ? look upon his face ; what call you rich ? Let them coin his nose , let them coin his cheeks : I'll not pay a denier . What , shall I not take mine ease in mine inn , but I shall have my pocket ...
... poor ; he hath nothing . Fal . How ! poor ? look upon his face ; what call you rich ? Let them coin his nose , let them coin his cheeks : I'll not pay a denier . What , shall I not take mine ease in mine inn , but I shall have my pocket ...
Page 205
... poor penny - worth of sugar - candy to make thee long - winded ; if thy pocket were enrich'd with any other injuries but these , I am a villain . Art thou not ashamed ? Fal . Dost thou hear , Hal ? Thou knowest in the state of innocency ...
... poor penny - worth of sugar - candy to make thee long - winded ; if thy pocket were enrich'd with any other injuries but these , I am a villain . Art thou not ashamed ? Fal . Dost thou hear , Hal ? Thou knowest in the state of innocency ...
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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.