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Pàgina 70
Crack the lawyer ' s voice , That he may never more false title plead , Nor found
his quillets shrilly . Hoar the Flamen , That scolds against the quality of flesh , And
not believes himself . Down with the nose , Down ' with it far ; take the bridge ...
Crack the lawyer ' s voice , That he may never more false title plead , Nor found
his quillets shrilly . Hoar the Flamen , That scolds against the quality of flesh , And
not believes himself . Down with the nose , Down ' with it far ; take the bridge ...
Pàgina 71
Alc . I never did thee harm . Fim . Yes , thou spokeft well of me . Tim . Men daily
find it . Get thee hence , away , And take thy beagles with thee . Alc . We but
offend him : strike . [ Exeunt Alcibiad . Phryn . and Timand , Tim . That nature ,
being fick ...
Alc . I never did thee harm . Fim . Yes , thou spokeft well of me . Tim . Men daily
find it . Get thee hence , away , And take thy beagles with thee . Alc . We but
offend him : strike . [ Exeunt Alcibiad . Phryn . and Timand , Tim . That nature ,
being fick ...
Pàgina 74
The one is filling still , never compleat ; : The other at high wish : best states
contentless , , Have a distracted and most wretched being : ini Worse than the
worst , content . . ' Thou shouldīt desire to die , being miserable . Tim . Not by his
breath ...
The one is filling still , never compleat ; : The other at high wish : best states
contentless , , Have a distracted and most wretched being : ini Worse than the
worst , content . . ' Thou shouldīt desire to die , being miserable . Tim . Not by his
breath ...
Pàgina 147
I could be well moved , if I were as you ; Lr 25 Sage : - “ Cry you mercy , you
never did wrong but with just cause . " - - The words are constantly printed in a
different character , and that they are levelled at Shakespeare is fully cleared up
by ...
I could be well moved , if I were as you ; Lr 25 Sage : - “ Cry you mercy , you
never did wrong but with just cause . " - - The words are constantly printed in a
different character , and that they are levelled at Shakespeare is fully cleared up
by ...
Pàgina 323
( 55 ) I never faw ( 54 ) Ispeak against my prefent profit , & c . ] All this interme .
diate ... ( 55 ) I never faw Such . oble fury in lo poor a thing ; Such precious creeds
in one that promised naught But beggary ani poor looks . ] . But , pray , how can it
be ...
( 55 ) I never faw ( 54 ) Ispeak against my prefent profit , & c . ] All this interme .
diate ... ( 55 ) I never faw Such . oble fury in lo poor a thing ; Such precious creeds
in one that promised naught But beggary ani poor looks . ] . But , pray , how can it
be ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 159 - Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Pàgina 113 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pàgina 173 - And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pàgina 111 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Pàgina 296 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pàgina 157 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Pàgina 158 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; As which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Pàgina 111 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Pàgina 176 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pàgina 125 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.