Shakespeare for Recitation: Selected Scenes and PassagesRoutledge, 1904 - 224 pàgines |
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Pàgina 132
... Lucius ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . Lucius , I say ! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ! Awake , I say ! what , Lucius ! Enter LUCIUS . Luc . Call'd you ...
... Lucius ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . Lucius , I say ! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ! Awake , I say ! what , Lucius ! Enter LUCIUS . Luc . Call'd you ...
Pàgina 133
... LUCIUS . Luc . The taper burneth in your closet , sir . Searching the window for a flint , I found This paper , thus seal'd up ; and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to ... LUCIUS Re - enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , ' JULIUS CÆSAR 133.
... LUCIUS . Luc . The taper burneth in your closet , sir . Searching the window for a flint , I found This paper , thus seal'd up ; and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to ... LUCIUS Re - enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , ' JULIUS CÆSAR 133.
Pàgina 134
... LUCIUS . They are the faction . O conspiracy ! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O ! then by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none , conspiracy ...
... LUCIUS . They are the faction . O conspiracy ! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O ! then by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none , conspiracy ...
Pàgina 137
... good morrow to you every one . [ Exeunt all except BRUTUS . Boy ! Lucius ! Fast alseep ? It is no matter ; Enjoy the honey - heavy dew of slumber : Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care JULIUS CAESAR 137.
... good morrow to you every one . [ Exeunt all except BRUTUS . Boy ! Lucius ! Fast alseep ? It is no matter ; Enjoy the honey - heavy dew of slumber : Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care JULIUS CAESAR 137.
Pàgina 139
... Lucius , who's that knocks ? Re - enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS . Luc . Here is a sick man that would speak with you . BRU . Caius Ligarius , that Metellus spoke of . Boy , stand aside . Caius Ligarius ! how ? LIG . Vouchsafe good morrow ...
... Lucius , who's that knocks ? Re - enter LUCIUS with LIGARIUS . Luc . Here is a sick man that would speak with you . BRU . Caius Ligarius , that Metellus spoke of . Boy , stand aside . Caius Ligarius ! how ? LIG . Vouchsafe good morrow ...
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Shakespeare for Recitation: Selected Scenes and Passages (Classic Reprint) Ernest Pertwee Previsualització no disponible - 2017 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 199 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make 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 undiscover'd 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...
Pàgina 197 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Pàgina 155 - 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...
Pàgina 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Pàgina 221 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Pàgina 124 - This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 217 - And you, good yeomen Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding — which I doubt not — For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry "God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
Pàgina 154 - 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.
Pàgina 208 - For within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court: and there the antick sits. Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp ; Allowing him a breath, a little scene To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit, — As if this flesh, which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and — farewell king!
Pàgina 192 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!