Longmans' School Shakespeare: Consisting of Twelve of the Most Suitable Plays for School ReadingLongmans, Green & Company, 1908 - 816 pages |
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... death , Suggest his soon - believing adversaries , 100 And consequently , like a traitor coward , Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries , Even from the tongueless caverns ...
... death , Suggest his soon - believing adversaries , 100 And consequently , like a traitor coward , Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood : Which blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries , Even from the tongueless caverns ...
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... death that lives upon my grave , To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have . I am disgraced , impeached , and baffled here ; Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear , The which no balm can cure , but his heart - blood Which ...
... death that lives upon my grave , To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have . I am disgraced , impeached , and baffled here ; Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear , The which no balm can cure , but his heart - blood Which ...
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... death . GAUNT . God's is the quarrel ; for God's substitute , His deputy anointed in His sight , Hath caused his death : the which if wrongfully , Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift An angry arm against His minister . DUCH ...
... death . GAUNT . God's is the quarrel ; for God's substitute , His deputy anointed in His sight , Hath caused his death : the which if wrongfully , Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift An angry arm against His minister . DUCH ...
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... death not let me see my son . K. RICH . Why , uncle , thou hast many years to live . GAUNT . But not a minute , king , that thou canst give : 225 Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a ...
... death not let me see my son . K. RICH . Why , uncle , thou hast many years to live . GAUNT . But not a minute , king , that thou canst give : 225 Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a ...
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... death 270 I spy life peering ; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is . WILLO . Nay , let us share thy thoughts , as thou dost ours . Ross . Be confident to speak , Northumberland ; We three are but thyself ; and ...
... death 270 I spy life peering ; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is . WILLO . Nay , let us share thy thoughts , as thou dost ours . Ross . Be confident to speak , Northumberland ; We three are but thyself ; and ...
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Antonio art thou Banquo bear blood BOLING brother Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLOWN COMINIUS Coriolanus cousin crown dead dear death dost doth DUCH DUKE ELIZ Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN fair Farewell father fear fool friends gentle give GLOU grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour is't Julius Cæsar king lady LAER Laertes live look lord Lysander MACB Macbeth MACD madam majesty Malvolio Marcius Mark Antony marry master MURD never night noble OLIVIA peace PIST POLONIUS poor pray prince prithee QUEEN Re-enter RICH Richard Rome Rosalind SCENE SIR ANDREW SIR TOBY sleep soldier soul speak stand STEPH swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine things thou art thou hast Titinius tongue true unto VIOLA word ΜΕΝ
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Page 673 - 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.
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Page 587 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
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Page 546 - Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
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Page 545 - 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...
Page 547 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Page 243 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.