The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 6
... look ye . Pain . You're rapt , Sir , in fome work , fome dedication To the great Lord . Poet . A thing flipt idly from me . Our poefie is as a gum , which iffues From whence ' tis nourished . The fire i'th ' flint Shews not ' till it be ...
... look ye . Pain . You're rapt , Sir , in fome work , fome dedication To the great Lord . Poet . A thing flipt idly from me . Our poefie is as a gum , which iffues From whence ' tis nourished . The fire i'th ' flint Shews not ' till it be ...
Pàgina 10
... Look who comes here . SCENE III . Will you be chid ? Jew . We'll bear it with your Lordship . Mer . He'll fpare none . Tim , Good - morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . ' Till I be gentle , ftay for thy good - morrow ; When I am ...
... Look who comes here . SCENE III . Will you be chid ? Jew . We'll bear it with your Lordship . Mer . He'll fpare none . Tim , Good - morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . ' Till I be gentle , ftay for thy good - morrow ; When I am ...
Pàgina 11
... one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a Poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou lieft : look in thy laft work , where thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet Poet . That's not feign'd , he is fo . TIMON of Athens . II.
... one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a Poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou lieft : look in thy laft work , where thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet Poet . That's not feign'd , he is fo . TIMON of Athens . II.
Pàgina 15
... look ill , Timon . Here's that which is too weak to be a finner , honeft water , which ne'er left man i ' th ' mire : This and my food are equal , there's no odds ; Feafts are too proud to give thanks to the Gods . Apemantus's Grace ...
... look ill , Timon . Here's that which is too weak to be a finner , honeft water , which ne'er left man i ' th ' mire : This and my food are equal , there's no odds ; Feafts are too proud to give thanks to the Gods . Apemantus's Grace ...
Pàgina 18
... look , my Lord , I must entreat you , honour me so much As to advance this jewel , accept , and wear it , Kind Lord ! Luc . I am fo far already in your gifts . All . So are we all . - [ Exe . Lucius and Lucullus . SCENE VII . Enter a ...
... look , my Lord , I must entreat you , honour me so much As to advance this jewel , accept , and wear it , Kind Lord ! Luc . I am fo far already in your gifts . All . So are we all . - [ Exe . Lucius and Lucullus . SCENE VII . Enter a ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 188 - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Pàgina 198 - 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 241 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Pàgina 179 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pàgina 178 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Pàgina 223 - 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 216 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pàgina 178 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Pàgina 245 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Pàgina 211 - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? 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. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.