The Shakspere reading book, being seventeen of Shakspere's plays abridged for the use of schools and public readings by H.C. Bowen |
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Strana 24
... wife to Capulet . JULIET , daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . SCENE : Verona : Mantua . ACT I. Verona . A public place . Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY , of the house of Capulet , armed with swords and bucklers . Sam . A dog of the ...
... wife to Capulet . JULIET , daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . SCENE : Verona : Mantua . ACT I. Verona . A public place . Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY , of the house of Capulet , armed with swords and bucklers . Sam . A dog of the ...
Strana 39
... wife . Nurse . Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence ' cell ; 330 Go ; I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell . Jul . Hie to high fortune ! Honest nurse , farewell . [ Exeunt . Friar Laurence's cell . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO . Fri ...
... wife . Nurse . Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence ' cell ; 330 Go ; I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell . Jul . Hie to high fortune ! Honest nurse , farewell . [ Exeunt . Friar Laurence's cell . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO . Fri ...
Strana 44
... wife , have mangled it ? Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring . My husband lives , that Tybalt would have slain ; And Tybalt's dead , that would have slain my husband : All this is comfort ; wherefore weep I then ? Some ...
... wife , have mangled it ? Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring . My husband lives , that Tybalt would have slain ; And Tybalt's dead , that would have slain my husband : All this is comfort ; wherefore weep I then ? Some ...
Strana 47
... Nurse . Cap . How now ! a conduit girl ? what , still in tears ? Evermore showering ? Why , how now , wife ! Have you deliver'd to her our decree ? 280 290 La . Cap . Ay , sir ; but she ACT III . ] 47 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... Nurse . Cap . How now ! a conduit girl ? what , still in tears ? Evermore showering ? Why , how now , wife ! Have you deliver'd to her our decree ? 280 290 La . Cap . Ay , sir ; but she ACT III . ] 47 ROMEO AND JULIET .
Strana 48
... wife , it makes me màd : At home , abroad , it still my care hath been To have her match'd : and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage , Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a mau ; — And then to have a wretched puling ...
... wife , it makes me màd : At home , abroad , it still my care hath been To have her match'd : and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage , Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a mau ; — And then to have a wretched puling ...
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The Shakspere Reading Book, Being Seventeen of Shakspere's Plays Abridged ... William Shakespeare Náhled není k dispozici. - 2015 |
The Shakspere Reading Book, Being Seventeen of Shakspere's Plays Abridged ... William Shakespeare Náhled není k dispozici. - 2015 |
The Shakspere Reading Book, Being Seventeen Of Shakspere's Plays Abridged ... William Shakespeare Náhled není k dispozici. - 2019 |
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Strana 46 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Strana 85 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Strana 33 - O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Strana 151 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Strana 72 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Strana 28 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime 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 6 - Fetch me that flower ; the herb I shew'd thee once : The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Strana 162 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Strana 28 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Strana 3 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours...