Plays of Edwin Booth, Томи 1 – 2Penn publishing Company, 1899 |
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Edwin Booth William Winter. Guildenst their can play- spr . 112 + " Shakespeare is a being of a higher nature 4.
Edwin Booth William Winter. Guildenst their can play- spr . 112 + " Shakespeare is a being of a higher nature 4.
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... nature , That mar us from ourselves . " - HORNE . * * * He has the desire and the power to accomplish great things , but it must be in obedience to the dictates of his own thoughts , and by his own independ- ent , original , and ...
... nature , That mar us from ourselves . " - HORNE . * * * He has the desire and the power to accomplish great things , but it must be in obedience to the dictates of his own thoughts , and by his own independ- ent , original , and ...
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... be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him , Together with remembrance of ourselves . Therefore , our sometime sister , now our queen , 14 HAMLET .
... be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him , Together with remembrance of ourselves . Therefore , our sometime sister , now our queen , 14 HAMLET .
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... nature to eternity . Hamlet . Ay , madam , it is common . If it be , Queen . Why seems it so particular with thee ? Hamlet . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . " T is not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor customary ...
... nature to eternity . Hamlet . Ay , madam , it is common . If it be , Queen . Why seems it so particular with thee ? Hamlet . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . " T is not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor customary ...
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Edwin Booth William Winter. King ' T is sweet and commendable in your nature , Hamlet , To give these mourning duties to your father : But , you must know , your father lost a father ; That father lost , lost his ; and the survivor bound ...
Edwin Booth William Winter. King ' T is sweet and commendable in your nature , Hamlet , To give these mourning duties to your father : But , you must know , your father lost a father ; That father lost , lost his ; and the survivor bound ...
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Antony Banquo Bass Bassanio better blood Booth Brutus Calphurnia CASCA CASSIUS CASTLE CITIZEN Cordelia daughter dead dear death DECIUS dost doth ducats Duke Edgar Edwin Booth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Ghost give Glos Gloster Goneril grace Gratiano Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio Jessica John Philip Kemble Julius Cæsar Kent King Lear Lady Macbeth Laer Laertes Laun Launcelot Lawrence Barrett look lord Lorenzo LUCIUS Macduff madam Mark Antony master Merchant of Venice METELLUS mind murder nature Nerissa never night noble Octavius Ophelia Pindarus play Polonius poor Portia pray Queen Regan Salarino Scene servants Seyton Shakespeare Shylock sleep Solanio soul speak spirit stand sweet sword tell thane thee thine things thou art thought thunder tragedy TREBONIUS Venice wife Witch words
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Сторінка 45 - 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.
Сторінка 45 - 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.
Сторінка 26 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Сторінка 65 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Сторінка 7 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Сторінка 7 - Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Сторінка 62 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Сторінка 57 - 11 leave you till night : you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you.— Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all...
Сторінка 45 - 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 ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Сторінка 112 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...