The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Volum 4Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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Pàgina 24
... thine enterprise ! Sure , the boy heard me : -Brutus hath a suit , That Cæsar will not grant . - O , I grow faint : - Run , Lucius , and commend me to my lord ; Say , I am merry , come to me again , And bring me word what he doth say to ...
... thine enterprise ! Sure , the boy heard me : -Brutus hath a suit , That Cæsar will not grant . - O , I grow faint : - Run , Lucius , and commend me to my lord ; Say , I am merry , come to me again , And bring me word what he doth say to ...
Pàgina 29
... thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bay'd , brave heart · Here didst thou fall ; and here thy hunters stand , Sign'd in thy spoil , and crimson'd in thy Lethe . O world ! thou wast the forest to this hart ; And this ...
... thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bay'd , brave heart · Here didst thou fall ; and here thy hunters stand , Sign'd in thy spoil , and crimson'd in thy Lethe . O world ! thou wast the forest to this hart ; And this ...
Pàgina 30
... thine , Began to water . Is thy master coming ? Serv . He lies to - night within seven leagues of Rome . Ant . Post back with speed , and tell him what hath chanced : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of safety for ...
... thine , Began to water . Is thy master coming ? Serv . He lies to - night within seven leagues of Rome . Ant . Post back with speed , and tell him what hath chanced : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of safety for ...
Pàgina 50
... thine oath ! Now be a freeman : and with this good sword , That ran through Cæsar's bowels , search this bosom . [ Shout . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And when my face is cover'd as tis now , Guide thou the sword ...
... thine oath ! Now be a freeman : and with this good sword , That ran through Cæsar's bowels , search this bosom . [ Shout . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And when my face is cover'd as tis now , Guide thou the sword ...
Pàgina 56
... thine Is Cæsar's homager ; else so thy cheek pays shame , When shrill - tongued Fulvia scolds . - The messengers . Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt , and the wide arch || Of the ranged empire fall ! Here is my space ; Kingdoms are clay ...
... thine Is Cæsar's homager ; else so thy cheek pays shame , When shrill - tongued Fulvia scolds . - The messengers . Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt , and the wide arch || Of the ranged empire fall ! Here is my space ; Kingdoms are clay ...
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Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou better blood Brabantio Brutus Cæsar CAPULET Casca Cassio Cleo Cleopatra CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Emil Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give GLOSTER gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago is't Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony married master Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pisanio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Queen Re-enter Romeo SCENE Serv servant soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius to-night Tybalt villain What's wilt
Passatges populars
Pàgina 35 - 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, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle...
Pàgina 431 - What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pàgina 469 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Pàgina 31 - 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 436 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Pàgina 491 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which, I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Pàgina 123 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Pàgina 475 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Pàgina 297 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 413 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.