Hamlet. Macbeth. King Lear. Julius Caesar. Merchant of VenicePenn Publishing Company, 1899 |
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... poor plans and intentions of man do not miscarry through the weakness of their authors , but their base- less projects are also , by an intrinsic necessity , as frequently crossed and frustrated by the equally baseless empire of chance ...
... poor plans and intentions of man do not miscarry through the weakness of their authors , but their base- less projects are also , by an intrinsic necessity , as frequently crossed and frustrated by the equally baseless empire of chance ...
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... poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ; - why she , even she , — O God ! a beast , that wants discourse of reason , Would have mourned longer , -married with my uncle ; My father's brother ; but no more like my father Than I to ...
... poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ; - why she , even she , — O God ! a beast , that wants discourse of reason , Would have mourned longer , -married with my uncle ; My father's brother ; but no more like my father Than I to ...
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... poor ghost ! Hamlet . Ghost . Pity me not , but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold . Hamlet . Speak ; I am bound to hear . Ghost . So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . What ? Hamlet . I am thy father's spirit ...
... poor ghost ! Hamlet . Ghost . Pity me not , but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold . Hamlet . Speak ; I am bound to hear . Ghost . So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . What ? Hamlet . I am thy father's spirit ...
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... poor ghost , while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe . Remember thee ! Yea , from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records , All saws of books , all forms , all pressures past , That youth and ...
... poor ghost , while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe . Remember thee ! Yea , from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records , All saws of books , all forms , all pressures past , That youth and ...
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... poor part , Look you , I ' ll go pray . Horatio . [ Retiring [ Crosses to L These are but wild and whirling words , my lord . Hamlet . I'm sorry they offend you , heartily ; Yes , faith , heartily . Horatio . There's no offence , my ...
... poor part , Look you , I ' ll go pray . Horatio . [ Retiring [ Crosses to L These are but wild and whirling words , my lord . Hamlet . I'm sorry they offend you , heartily ; Yes , faith , heartily . Horatio . There's no offence , my ...
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Hamlet. Macbeth. King Lear. Julius Caesar. Merchant of Venice William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1899 |
Hamlet. Macbeth. King Lear. Julius Caesar. Merchant of Venice William Shakespeare Повний перегляд - 1908 |
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Сторінка 63 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them ; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the meantime, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered. That's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Сторінка 53 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. . You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Сторінка 62 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing...
Сторінка 62 - Speak the speech I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Сторінка 58 - 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 : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Сторінка 57 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Сторінка 52 - His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Сторінка 15 - Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Сторінка 53 - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was...
Сторінка 88 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.