The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 51
... thine ears , like tapfters , that bid welcome To knaves , and all approachers : ' Tis most just That thou turn rafcal : hadft thou wealth again , Rafcals fhould hav't . Do not affume my likenefs . Tim . Were I like thee , I'd throw away ...
... thine ears , like tapfters , that bid welcome To knaves , and all approachers : ' Tis most just That thou turn rafcal : hadft thou wealth again , Rafcals fhould hav't . Do not affume my likenefs . Tim . Were I like thee , I'd throw away ...
Pàgina 54
... thine own self the conqueft of thy fury . + Wert thou a bear , thou wouldst be kill'd by the horse ; wert thou a horfe , thou wouldst be feized by the leopard ; wert thou a leopard , thou wert german to the lion , and the fpots of thy ...
... thine own self the conqueft of thy fury . + Wert thou a bear , thou wouldst be kill'd by the horse ; wert thou a horfe , thou wouldst be feized by the leopard ; wert thou a leopard , thou wert german to the lion , and the fpots of thy ...
Pàgina 55
... thine epitaph , That death in me at others lives may laugh . O thou fweet King - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the gold , ' Twixt natural fon and fire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's pureft bed ! thou valiant Mars , Thou ever ...
... thine epitaph , That death in me at others lives may laugh . O thou fweet King - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the gold , ' Twixt natural fon and fire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's pureft bed ! thou valiant Mars , Thou ever ...
Pàgina 61
... thine own work ? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men ? do fo , I have gold for thee . Pain . Nay , let's feek him , Then do we fin againft our own eftate , When we may profit meet , and come too late . Poet . True : While the ...
... thine own work ? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men ? do fo , I have gold for thee . Pain . Nay , let's feek him , Then do we fin againft our own eftate , When we may profit meet , and come too late . Poet . True : While the ...
Pàgina 62
... thine art . But for all this , my honeft - natur'd friends , I muft needs fay you have a little fault ; Marry , not monftrous in you ; neither wish I You take much pains to mend . Both . ' Befeech your Honour To make it known to us ...
... thine art . But for all this , my honeft - natur'd friends , I muft needs fay you have a little fault ; Marry , not monftrous in you ; neither wish I You take much pains to mend . Both . ' Befeech your Honour To make it known to us ...
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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.