The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Volum 6 |
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Pàgina 11
... mother's of my generation : what's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No , I eat not lords . Tim . An thou shouldst , thou ' dst anger ladies . Apem . O ! they eat lords ; so they come by great bellies ...
... mother's of my generation : what's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No , I eat not lords . Tim . An thou shouldst , thou ' dst anger ladies . Apem . O ! they eat lords ; so they come by great bellies ...
Pàgina 66
... the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut , And mince it sans remorse : swear against abjects ; Put armour on thine ears , and on thine eyes , Whose proof , nor yells of mothers , maids , 66 [ ACT IV . Timon of Athens .
... the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut , And mince it sans remorse : swear against abjects ; Put armour on thine ears , and on thine eyes , Whose proof , nor yells of mothers , maids , 66 [ ACT IV . Timon of Athens .
Pàgina 67
William Shakespeare John Payne Collier. Whose proof , nor yells of mothers , maids , nor babes , Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding , Shall pierce a jot . There's gold to pay thy soldiers : Make large confusion ; and thy ...
William Shakespeare John Payne Collier. Whose proof , nor yells of mothers , maids , nor babes , Nor sight of priests in holy vestments bleeding , Shall pierce a jot . There's gold to pay thy soldiers : Make large confusion ; and thy ...
Pàgina 69
... mother , thou , [ Digging . Whose womb unmeasurable , and infinite breast , Teems , and feeds all ; whose self - same mettle , Whereof thy proud child , arrogant man , is puff'd , Engenders the black toad , and adder blue , The gilded ...
... mother , thou , [ Digging . Whose womb unmeasurable , and infinite breast , Teems , and feeds all ; whose self - same mettle , Whereof thy proud child , arrogant man , is puff'd , Engenders the black toad , and adder blue , The gilded ...
Pàgina 15
... mothers , they would have done no less . Bru . And after that , he came thus sad away ? Casca . Ay . Cas . Did Cicero say anything ? Casca . Ay , he spoke Greek . Cas . To what effect ? Casca . Nay , an I tell you that , I'll ne'er look ...
... mothers , they would have done no less . Bru . And after that , he came thus sad away ? Casca . Ay . Cas . Did Cicero say anything ? Casca . Ay , he spoke Greek . Cas . To what effect ? Casca . Nay , an I tell you that , I'll ne'er look ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 25 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Pàgina 61 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Pàgina 70 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
Pàgina 69 - 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 may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Pàgina 55 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead , to live all...
Pàgina 58 - 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 ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Pàgina 22 - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Pàgina 63 - 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 11 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pàgina 60 - 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!