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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... live , But that there is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . Post . [ Weeps . My queen ! my mistress ! O lady , weep no more ! lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth becòme a man ! I will remain The ...
... live , But that there is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . Post . [ Weeps . My queen ! my mistress ! O lady , weep no more ! lest I give cause To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth becòme a man ! I will remain The ...
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... live you long ! A lady to the worthiest sir , that ever Country call'd his ; and you his mistress , only For the most worthy fit ! Give me your pardon , Most mighty princess , that I have adventur'd To try you with a false report . The ...
... live you long ! A lady to the worthiest sir , that ever Country call'd his ; and you his mistress , only For the most worthy fit ! Give me your pardon , Most mighty princess , that I have adventur'd To try you with a false report . The ...
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... live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower , that's like thy face , pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell , like thy veins ; no , nor The leaf of eglantine , which not to slander it , Out ...
... live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower , that's like thy face , pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell , like thy veins ; no , nor The leaf of eglantine , which not to slander it , Out ...
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... lives . ' Tis now the time To ask of whence you are : -report it . Bel . Sir , Bow your In Cambria are we born , —and gentle . Cym . Arise , my Knights o ' the battle : I create you Companions of our person , and will fit you With ...
... lives . ' Tis now the time To ask of whence you are : -report it . Bel . Sir , Bow your In Cambria are we born , —and gentle . Cym . Arise , my Knights o ' the battle : I create you Companions of our person , and will fit you With ...
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... live ; And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt , Fitting my bounty , and thy state , I'll give it ; Yea , though thou do demand a prisoner , The noblest ta'en . Know'st him thou look'st on ? speak , Wilt have hìm live ? Is he thy kin ...
... live ; And ask of Cymbeline what boon thou wilt , Fitting my bounty , and thy state , I'll give it ; Yea , though thou do demand a prisoner , The noblest ta'en . Know'st him thou look'st on ? speak , Wilt have hìm live ? Is he thy kin ...
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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.