The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volum 7T. Bensley, 1804 |
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Pągina
... death two sons , Guiderius and Arvi- ragus . MALONE . This play has many just sentiments , some natural dialogues , and some pleasing scenes , but they are obtained at the expence of much incongruity . To remark the folly of the fiction ...
... death two sons , Guiderius and Arvi- ragus . MALONE . This play has many just sentiments , some natural dialogues , and some pleasing scenes , but they are obtained at the expence of much incongruity . To remark the folly of the fiction ...
Pągina xiv
... Death of Julius Cęsar . Cicero , Publius , Popilius Lena , Senators . Marcus Brutus , Cassius , Casca , Trebonius , Ligarius , Decius Brutus , Metellus Cimber , Cinna , Conspirators against Julius Cęsar . Flavius , and Marullus ...
... Death of Julius Cęsar . Cicero , Publius , Popilius Lena , Senators . Marcus Brutus , Cassius , Casca , Trebonius , Ligarius , Decius Brutus , Metellus Cimber , Cinna , Conspirators against Julius Cęsar . Flavius , and Marullus ...
Pągina 7
... death i ' the other , And I will look on both indifferently : For , let the gods so speed me , as I love The name of honour more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward ...
... death i ' the other , And I will look on both indifferently : For , let the gods so speed me , as I love The name of honour more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward ...
Pągina 22
... death : and , for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general . He would be crown'd : - How that might change his nature , there's the question . It is the bright day , that brings forth the adder ; And that ...
... death : and , for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general . He would be crown'd : - How that might change his nature , there's the question . It is the bright day , that brings forth the adder ; And that ...
Pągina 28
... death , and envy afterwards : For Antony is but a limb of Cęsar . Let us be sacrificers , but not butchers , Caius . We all stand up against the spirit of Cęsar ; And in the spirit of men there is no blood : O , that we then could come ...
... death , and envy afterwards : For Antony is but a limb of Cęsar . Let us be sacrificers , but not butchers , Caius . We all stand up against the spirit of Cęsar ; And in the spirit of men there is no blood : O , that we then could come ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cęs Cęsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death deed Dionyza dost doth emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father fear fortune friends give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Julius Cęsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony master mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Re-enter Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep
Passatges populars
Pągina 58 - 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.
Pągina 56 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pągina 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
Pągina 60 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Pągina 57 - 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.
Pągina 62 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
Pągina 135 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Pągina 34 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Pągina 34 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pągina 74 - 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.