The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected; Together with a Copious Glossary ...Hogan & Thompson, 1851 |
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... blood of 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 ...
... blood of 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 ...
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... blood and life , stands up For the main soldier ; whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life , And not a serpent's poison . Say , our pleasure ...
... blood and life , stands up For the main soldier ; whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life , And not a serpent's poison . Say , our pleasure ...
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... blood ; no more . And target , -Still he mends ; Ant . Now , by my sword , - Cleo . But this is not the best . Look , pr'ythee , Charmian , How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe . Ant . I'll leave you , lady ...
... blood ; no more . And target , -Still he mends ; Ant . Now , by my sword , - Cleo . But this is not the best . Look , pr'ythee , Charmian , How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe . Ant . I'll leave you , lady ...
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... blood to think on't , and flush youth revolt . No vessel can peep forth , but ' tis as soon Taken as seen ; for Pompey's name strikes more , Than could his war resisted . Antony , Cæs . Leave thy lascivious wassals . When thou once Wast ...
... blood to think on't , and flush youth revolt . No vessel can peep forth , but ' tis as soon Taken as seen ; for Pompey's name strikes more , Than could his war resisted . Antony , Cæs . Leave thy lascivious wassals . When thou once Wast ...
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... blood , To say , as I said then ! -But , come , away . Get me ink and paper ; he shall have every day A several greeting , or I'll unpeople Egypt . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Messina . A Room in Pompey's House . Enter POMPEY ...
... blood , To say , as I said then ! -But , come , away . Get me ink and paper ; he shall have every day A several greeting , or I'll unpeople Egypt . [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. Messina . A Room in Pompey's House . Enter POMPEY ...
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Andronicus Antony art thou Bawd better blood Boult Brabantio brother Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Cleopatra CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona DIONYZA doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods Goths grace GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Iago is't Kent king lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Mark Antony married Michael Cassio mistress murder never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pericles Pisanio POLONIUS Pompey poor Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince Queen revenge Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS to-night Tybalt villain weep What's wilt
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Стр. 522 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and — as I may say — whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. 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...
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Стр. 561 - 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,...
Стр. 496 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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 porpentine : But this eternal blazon ' must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Стр. 420 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off...
Стр. 520 - For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under...
Стр. 545 - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough, and continent, To hide the slain?— O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! [Exit.
Стр. 398 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Стр. 587 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Стр. 660 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme...