Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Pàgina 39
... thank you for your pains and courtesy . 1 At the execution of several of the ancient nobility , martyrs , & c . , handkerchiefs were tinctured with their blood , and preserved as memorials . 2 " And reason , or propriety of conduct and ...
... thank you for your pains and courtesy . 1 At the execution of several of the ancient nobility , martyrs , & c . , handkerchiefs were tinctured with their blood , and preserved as memorials . 2 " And reason , or propriety of conduct and ...
Pàgina 79
... thank yourself ; This tongue had not offended so to - day , If Cassius might have ruled . Oct. Come , come , the cause . If arguing make us sweat , The proof of it will turn to redder drops . Look ; I draw a sword against conspirators ...
... thank yourself ; This tongue had not offended so to - day , If Cassius might have ruled . Oct. Come , come , the cause . If arguing make us sweat , The proof of it will turn to redder drops . Look ; I draw a sword against conspirators ...
Pàgina 90
... thank thee , Brutus , That thou hast proved Lucilius ' saying true . Oct. All that served Brutus , I will entertain them . Fellow , wilt thou bestow thy time with me ? Stra . Ay , if Messala will prefer1 me to you . Oct. Do so , good ...
... thank thee , Brutus , That thou hast proved Lucilius ' saying true . Oct. All that served Brutus , I will entertain them . Fellow , wilt thou bestow thy time with me ? Stra . Ay , if Messala will prefer1 me to you . Oct. Do so , good ...
Pàgina 115
... respect . 2 That is , if we come to a lucky composition or agreement . 3 " Let not ill - humor be added to the real subject of our difference . " Ant . Cæs . Ant . Cæs . Then- Thank SC . II . ] 115 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... respect . 2 That is , if we come to a lucky composition or agreement . 3 " Let not ill - humor be added to the real subject of our difference . " Ant . Cæs . Ant . Cæs . Then- Thank SC . II . ] 115 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
Pàgina 116
... Thank you . Sit . Sit , sir ! 1 Nay , Ant . I learn you take things ill , which are not so ; Or , being , concern you not . Cæs . If , or for nothing , or a little , I I must be laughed at , Should say myself offended ; and with you ...
... Thank you . Sit . Sit , sir ! 1 Nay , Ant . I learn you take things ill , which are not so ; Or , being , concern you not . Cæs . If , or for nothing , or a little , I I must be laughed at , Should say myself offended ; and with you ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death deed DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 60 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Pàgina 60 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Pàgina 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Pàgina 37 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 121 - 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.
Pàgina 54 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Pàgina 67 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
Pàgina 57 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Pàgina 45 - Tis furnished well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion; and, that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this ; That I was constant, Cimber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so.
Pàgina 13 - Tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; * And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre. I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, Give me some drink, Titinius ; As a sick girl.