The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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Pàgina 6
... Poor Clifford ! How I scorn his worthless threats ! York . Will you , we shew our title to the crown ? If not , our swords shall plead it in the field . K. Hen . What title hast thou , traitor , to the crown ? Thy father was , as thou ...
... Poor Clifford ! How I scorn his worthless threats ! York . Will you , we shew our title to the crown ? If not , our swords shall plead it in the field . K. Hen . What title hast thou , traitor , to the crown ? Thy father was , as thou ...
Pàgina 8
... Poor queen ! How love to me , and to her sou , Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Revenged may she be on that hateful duke ; Whose haughty spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my crown , and , like an empty eagle , Tire on ...
... Poor queen ! How love to me , and to her sou , Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Revenged may she be on that hateful duke ; Whose haughty spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my crown , and , like an empty eagle , Tire on ...
Pàgina 11
... poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open it again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Clif . Had I thy brethern here , their lives 1 " Scene ...
... poor boy ; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter . Rut . Then let my father's blood open it again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . Clif . Had I thy brethern here , their lives 1 " Scene ...
Pàgina 15
... poor York ! But that I hate thee deadly , I should lament thy miserable state . I pr'ythee , grieve , to make me merry , York ; Stamp , rave , and fret , that I may sing and dance . What , hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails ...
... poor York ! But that I hate thee deadly , I should lament thy miserable state . I pr'ythee , grieve , to make me merry , York ; Stamp , rave , and fret , that I may sing and dance . What , hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails ...
Pàgina 28
... poor sire with his bridal day Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him , That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France , And heap'd sedition on his crown at home . For what broach'd this tumult , but thy pride ? Hadst thou ...
... poor sire with his bridal day Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him , That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France , And heap'd sedition on his crown at home . For what broach'd this tumult , but thy pride ? Hadst thou ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 460 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I...
Pàgina 480 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pàgina 479 - 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 240 - 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.
Pàgina 92 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 320 - In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost: Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'er-run and trampled on...
Pàgina 480 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Pàgina 480 - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Pàgina 112 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pàgina 240 - 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.