The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volum 5Harper & Bros., 1839 |
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Pàgina 6
... Soldiers , Citizens , Messengers , Servants to Aufidius , und other Attendants . SCENE , partly in Rome ; and partly in the Territories of the Volscians and Antiates . ACT I. SCENE I. - Rome . A Street . PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... Soldiers , Citizens , Messengers , Servants to Aufidius , und other Attendants . SCENE , partly in Rome ; and partly in the Territories of the Volscians and Antiates . ACT I. SCENE I. - Rome . A Street . PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
Pàgina 10
... soldier , Our steed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric , if that they― Men . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow speaks ! —what then ? what then ? 1 Cit . Should by the cormorant ...
... soldier , Our steed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric , if that they― Men . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow speaks ! —what then ? what then ? 1 Cit . Should by the cormorant ...
Pàgina 18
... LARTIUS , Officers , and Soldiers . To them a Messenger . Mar. Yonder comes news : -A wager , they have met . Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say , has our general 18 ACT I. CORIOLANUS .
... LARTIUS , Officers , and Soldiers . To them a Messenger . Mar. Yonder comes news : -A wager , they have met . Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say , has our general 18 ACT I. CORIOLANUS .
Pàgina 20
... soldier Even to Cato's wish , ' not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ; but , with thy grim looks , and The thunder - like percussion of thy sounds , Thou mad'st thine enemies shake , as if the world Were feverous , and did tremble ...
... soldier Even to Cato's wish , ' not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ; but , with thy grim looks , and The thunder - like percussion of thy sounds , Thou mad'st thine enemies shake , as if the world Were feverous , and did tremble ...
Pàgina 24
... Soldiers , and a Scout . Lart . So , let the ports be guarded : Keep your duties , As I have set them down . If I do send , despatch Those centuries to our aid ; 7 the rest will serve For a short holding : If we lose the field , We ...
... Soldiers , and a Scout . Lart . So , let the ports be guarded : Keep your duties , As I have set them down . If I do send , despatch Those centuries to our aid ; 7 the rest will serve For a short holding : If we lose the field , We ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1850 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1850 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 145 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him: The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar.
Pàgina 438 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe...
Pàgina 121 - 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 : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Pàgina 147 - Caesar lov'd 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 156 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me ;— For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Pàgina 437 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Pàgina 155 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Pàgina 146 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable 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...
Pàgina 146 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, 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: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pàgina 485 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes.