The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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Pągina 11
... stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON . Tim . Nay , my lords , ceremony was but devis'd at first To set a gloss on faint deeds , hollow welcomes , Recanting goodness , sorry ere ' tis shown ; But where there is true friendship there ...
... stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON . Tim . Nay , my lords , ceremony was but devis'd at first To set a gloss on faint deeds , hollow welcomes , Recanting goodness , sorry ere ' tis shown ; But where there is true friendship there ...
Pągina 39
... stand on the dying deck Hearing the surges threat : we must all part Into this sea of air . Flav . Good fellows all , The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you . Wherever we shall meet , for Timon's sake , Let's yet be fellows ...
... stand on the dying deck Hearing the surges threat : we must all part Into this sea of air . Flav . Good fellows all , The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you . Wherever we shall meet , for Timon's sake , Let's yet be fellows ...
Pągina 40
... stand upright , And say , This man's a flatterer ? if one be , So are they all ; for every grise of fortune Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate Ducks to the golden fool : all is oblique ; There's nothing level in our cursed ...
... stand upright , And say , This man's a flatterer ? if one be , So are they all ; for every grise of fortune Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate Ducks to the golden fool : all is oblique ; There's nothing level in our cursed ...
Pągina 41
... stand : - Nay , stay thou out for earnest . [ Keeping some gold . Enter ALCIBIADES , with drum and fife , in warlike manner ; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA . Alcib . Tim . A beast , as thou art . What art thou there ? speak . The canker gnaw thy ...
... stand : - Nay , stay thou out for earnest . [ Keeping some gold . Enter ALCIBIADES , with drum and fife , in warlike manner ; PHRYNIA and TIMANDRA . Alcib . Tim . A beast , as thou art . What art thou there ? speak . The canker gnaw thy ...
Pągina 48
... stand by thee are pure . Apem . There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st . Tim . If I name thee.- I'll beat thee , but I should infect my hands . Apem . I would my tongue could rot them off ! Tim . Away , thou issue of a mangy dog ...
... stand by thee are pure . Apem . There is no leprosy but what thou speak'st . Tim . If I name thee.- I'll beat thee , but I should infect my hands . Apem . I would my tongue could rot them off ! Tim . Away , thou issue of a mangy dog ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1865 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1865 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1865 |
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Passatges populars
Pągina 204 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Pągina 245 - 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 164 - 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. 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 194 - 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 198 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Pągina 192 - Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Pągina 196 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis 'good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
Pągina 220 - Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up. And say to all the world, ' This was a man !
Pągina 204 - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you?
Pągina 196 - 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...