The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 էջ |
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... thou ? 1 Cit . Why , Sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy ... Thou art a cobler , art thou ? O you hard hearts , you cruel men of Rome , Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft ...
... thou ? 1 Cit . Why , Sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy ... Thou art a cobler , art thou ? O you hard hearts , you cruel men of Rome , Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft ...
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... Art . Cesar , beware of Brutus ; take head of Cassius ; come not neur Casca ; have an eye on Cinna ; trust not Trebonius ; mark well Me- tellus Cimber ; Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one ...
... Art . Cesar , beware of Brutus ; take head of Cassius ; come not neur Casca ; have an eye on Cinna ; trust not Trebonius ; mark well Me- tellus Cimber ; Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one ...
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... thou speak'st drowsily ? Poor knave , I blame thee not ; thou art o'er- watch'd . Call Claudius , and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent . Luc . Varro , and Claudius ! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS . Var ...
... thou speak'st drowsily ? Poor knave , I blame thee not ; thou art o'er- watch'd . Call Claudius , and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent . Luc . Varro , and Claudius ! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS . Var ...
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... thou the hilts ; And , when my face is cover'd as ' tis now , Guide thou the sword . Cesar , thou art reveng'd , Even with the sword that kill'd thee . [ Dies . Pin . So , I am free ; yet would not so have been , Durst I have done my ...
... thou the hilts ; And , when my face is cover'd as ' tis now , Guide thou the sword . Cesar , thou art reveng'd , Even with the sword that kill'd thee . [ Dies . Pin . So , I am free ; yet would not so have been , Durst I have done my ...
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... thou down ? Why , now thou diest as bravely as Titinius ; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son . 1 Sold . Yield ... Thou art a fellow of a good respect ; Thy life hath had some snatch of honour in it : Hold then my sword , and turn ...
... thou down ? Why , now thou diest as bravely as Titinius ; And may'st be honour'd being Cato's son . 1 Sold . Yield ... Thou art a fellow of a good respect ; Thy life hath had some snatch of honour in it : Hold then my sword , and turn ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou Banquo bear blood brother Brutus Casca Cassio Cesar Cleo Coriolanus Cres Cymbeline dead dear death Desdemona doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends give gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago John Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam majesty Marcius Mark Antony master ne'er never night noble o'the Othello PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pericles Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldier soul speak stand sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus true Tybalt unto villain What's wilt word
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Էջ 210 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Էջ 325 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Էջ 242 - 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...
Էջ 186 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Էջ 44 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; 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...
Էջ 211 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Էջ 60 - 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.
Էջ 200 - 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.
Էջ 355 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
Էջ 240 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.