Charles Kemble's Shakspere readings, a selection of the plays as read by him in public, ed. by R.J. Lane, Volume 1 |
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... doth becòme a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one Philario's , Who to my father was a friend , to me Know but by letter : thither write , my queen , And with mine eyes I'll ...
... doth becòme a man ! I will remain The loyal'st husband that did e'er plight troth . My residence in Rome at one Philario's , Who to my father was a friend , to me Know but by letter : thither write , my queen , And with mine eyes I'll ...
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... doth strike my heart With pity , that doth make me sick . A lady So fair , and fasten'd to an empery , Would make the great'st king double ! Be reveng'd ; Or she , that bore you , was no queen , and you Recoil from your great stock ...
... doth strike my heart With pity , that doth make me sick . A lady So fair , and fasten'd to an empery , Would make the great'st king double ! Be reveng'd ; Or she , that bore you , was no queen , and you Recoil from your great stock ...
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... doth she ? Post . O , no , no , no ; ' tis true . too ; It is a basilisk unto mine eye . O , above measure false ! Phi . Here , take this [ Gives the Ring . Have patience , sir , It may be probable , she lost it ; or , Who knows , one ...
... doth she ? Post . O , no , no , no ; ' tis true . too ; It is a basilisk unto mine eye . O , above measure false ! Phi . Here , take this [ Gives the Ring . Have patience , sir , It may be probable , she lost it ; or , Who knows , one ...
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... doth not more resemble , than He the sweet rosy lad who died , and was Fidele named . Cym . [ Cymbeline and Imogen come forward . Come , stand thou by our side ; Make thy demand aloud . - Sir , step you forth ; [ To Iachimo . Give ...
... doth not more resemble , than He the sweet rosy lad who died , and was Fidele named . Cym . [ Cymbeline and Imogen come forward . Come , stand thou by our side ; Make thy demand aloud . - Sir , step you forth ; [ To Iachimo . Give ...
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... doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse , And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Hor . Ham . Ay , marry , is't : Is it a custom ? But to my mind , though ...
... doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse , And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Hor . Ham . Ay , marry , is't : Is it a custom ? But to my mind , though ...
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Page 139 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Page 296 - Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones; so let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honourable man; so are they all, all honourable men, . . . come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Page 78 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 74 - I have of late, (but, wherefore, I know not,) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth...
Page 296 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Page 85 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 296 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 65 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Page 294 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 297 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters ! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men.