Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Հատոր 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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Արդյունքներ 100–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 546
... mother helps me , elfe I were too weak . [ help me ; Dau . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must Dau . Go , call her in : But first , to try her skill , 10 Impatiently I burn with thy defire ; Reignier , ftand thou as Dauphin in my ...
... mother helps me , elfe I were too weak . [ help me ; Dau . Whoe'er helps thee , ' tis thou that must Dau . Go , call her in : But first , to try her skill , 10 Impatiently I burn with thy defire ; Reignier , ftand thou as Dauphin in my ...
Էջ 554
... mother I derived am From Lionel duke of Clarence , the third fon To king Edward the Third , whereas he 5 From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree , Being but the fourth of that heroic line . But mark ; as , in this haughty 3 great ...
... mother I derived am From Lionel duke of Clarence , the third fon To king Edward the Third , whereas he 5 From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree , Being but the fourth of that heroic line . But mark ; as , in this haughty 3 great ...
Էջ 558
... mother on her lowly babe , When death doth close his tender dying eyes , See , fee , the pining malady of France ; 30 Behold the wounds , the most unnatural wounds , Which thou thyself haft given her woeful breast ! Oh , turn thy edged ...
... mother on her lowly babe , When death doth close his tender dying eyes , See , fee , the pining malady of France ; 30 Behold the wounds , the most unnatural wounds , Which thou thyself haft given her woeful breast ! Oh , turn thy edged ...
Էջ 563
... mother's hopes lie in one tomb ? Jibn . Ay , rather than I'll fhame my mother's womb . Where is John Talbot ? -- Pause , and take thy breath ; gave thee life , and rescu'd thee from death . Juba . O twice my father ! twice am I thy fon ...
... mother's hopes lie in one tomb ? Jibn . Ay , rather than I'll fhame my mother's womb . Where is John Talbot ? -- Pause , and take thy breath ; gave thee life , and rescu'd thee from death . Juba . O twice my father ! twice am I thy fon ...
Էջ 567
... mother liveth yet , can testify She was the first fruit of my batchelorship . War . Graceless ! wilt thou deny thy parentage ? York . This argues what her kind of life hath been ; Wicked and vile ; and fo her death concludes . Shep ...
... mother liveth yet , can testify She was the first fruit of my batchelorship . War . Graceless ! wilt thou deny thy parentage ? York . This argues what her kind of life hath been ; Wicked and vile ; and fo her death concludes . Shep ...
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Էջ 753 - 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.
Էջ 741 - 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Էջ 754 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, 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.
Էջ 692 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Էջ 692 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, }Never to hope again.
Էջ 1004 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Էջ 753 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Էջ 744 - 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.
Էջ 943 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Էջ 792 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.