Pearls of Shakspeare, a collection of the most brilliant passages found in his plays, illustr. by K. Meadows |
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Strana 5
... weeping in the needless stream ! Poor deer , quoth he , thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do , giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : Then , being alone Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ; ' Tis right , quoth he ...
... weeping in the needless stream ! Poor deer , quoth he , thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do , giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : Then , being alone Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ; ' Tis right , quoth he ...
Strana 15
... weep and kneel , All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe * them . MERCY FREQUENTLY MISTAKEN . Mercy is not itself that oft looks so ; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe . MERCY IN GOVERNORS COMMENDED ...
... weep and kneel , All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe * them . MERCY FREQUENTLY MISTAKEN . Mercy is not itself that oft looks so ; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe . MERCY IN GOVERNORS COMMENDED ...
Strana 16
... weep : who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . THE PRIVILEGE OF AUTHORITY . Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them ; But , in the less , foul profanation . That in the captain's but a choleric word ...
... weep : who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . THE PRIVILEGE OF AUTHORITY . Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them ; But , in the less , foul profanation . That in the captain's but a choleric word ...
Strana 40
... Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are ...
... Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are ...
Strana 45
... weep at what I am glad of . Fer . I am a fool , Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take , What I shall die to want . But this is trifling ; And all the more it ...
... weep at what I am glad of . Fer . I am a fool , Wherefore weep you ? Mira . At mine unworthiness , that dare not offer What I desire to give ; and much less take , What I shall die to want . But this is trifling ; And all the more it ...
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alack art thou Banquo bear beauty blessed blood blow brain breath brow Brutus Cæsar cheek choughs Cold fearful CORDELIA CORIOLANUS cowslip crown dagger dead dear death Desdemona Doct doth dream ears earth eyes fair farewell father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gold grief Hamlet hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hour Iago iron tongue king kiss Lady Lady Macbeth look lord love's lover Macb Macd maid mercy mighty heart Mira moon murder ne'er never night noble Numbers o'er pity pluck poor Queen quoth RICHARD III Romeo scapes sighs sleep smile soft soul speak spirit steal strange swear sweet Sycorax tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou dost thou hast thought thunder tongue true twixt unto virtue weep wilt wind words wouldst wound youth
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Strana 116 - 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.
Strana 92 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 107 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice ; And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above : There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd, -Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Strana 27 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 26 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Strana 108 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows As false as dicers
Strana 152 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Strana 30 - 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.
Strana 146 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Strana 90 - ... Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...