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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... dead Than common sleep of all these five the sense . Tita . Music , ho ! music , such as charmeth sleep ! 70 [ Music still . Puck . Now , when thou wak'st , with thine own fool's eyes peep . Obe . Sound , music ! Come , my queen , take ...
... dead Than common sleep of all these five the sense . Tita . Music , ho ! music , such as charmeth sleep ! 70 [ Music still . Puck . Now , when thou wak'st , with thine own fool's eyes peep . Obe . Sound , music ! Come , my queen , take ...
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... dead , my dove ? O Pyramus , arise ! Speak , speak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes . These lily lips , This cherry nose , These yellow cowslip cheeks , Are gone , are gone : Lovers , make moan : His eyes ...
... dead , my dove ? O Pyramus , arise ! Speak , speak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes . These lily lips , This cherry nose , These yellow cowslip cheeks , Are gone , are gone : Lovers , make moan : His eyes ...
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... dead . [ Dies . Bot . [ Starting up . ] No , I assure you . Will , it please you to see the epilogue , or to hear a Bergomask dance between two of our company ? 229 The . No epilogue , I pray you ; for your play needs no excuse . Never ...
... dead . [ Dies . Bot . [ Starting up . ] No , I assure you . Will , it please you to see the epilogue , or to hear a Bergomask dance between two of our company ? 229 The . No epilogue , I pray you ; for your play needs no excuse . Never ...
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... dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead and her scarlet lip , That in thy likeness thou appear to us ! Ben . Come , he hath hid himself among these trees , To be consorted with the ...
... dead , and I must conjure him . I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes , By her high forehead and her scarlet lip , That in thy likeness thou appear to us ! Ben . Come , he hath hid himself among these trees , To be consorted with the ...
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... dead ; stabb'd with a white wench's black eye ; shot through the ear with a love- song ; and is hè a man to encounter Tybalt ? Ben . Why , what is Tybalt ? 210 Mer . More than prince of cats , I can tell you . The very butcher of a silk ...
... dead ; stabb'd with a white wench's black eye ; shot through the ear with a love- song ; and is hè a man to encounter Tybalt ? Ben . Why , what is Tybalt ? 210 Mer . More than prince of cats , I can tell you . The very butcher of a silk ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antonio arms art thou Arth Bass Bassanio Bast BENVOLIO blood Boling Bolingbroke Buck Buckingham canst Capulet Cassell's Cate Catesby cloth cousin dead dear death dost doth Drawing ducats Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Eliz England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy farewell father Faulconbridge fear France friends Gaunt gentle gentlemen give Glou Gloucester gone grace gracious Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven hither holy honour Hubert John Juliet KING RICHARD lady liege live look lord Lord Hastings Madam majesty Mercutio mother night noble Nurse Oberon PANDULPH peace pray prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin Rich Richmond Romeo Shylock sleep sorrow soul speak stand swear sweet tell thee Theseus thine Thisby thòu thou art thou shalt Tita Titania to-night tongue Tybalt uncle Venice word York young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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...