The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volum 6 |
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Pàgina 9
... the French , All clinquant , 4 all in gold , like heathen gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer still feeling the impression as if it were hourly renewed . JOHNS . [ 2 ] Guynes then belonged to the English , and Arde to the ...
... the French , All clinquant , 4 all in gold , like heathen gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer still feeling the impression as if it were hourly renewed . JOHNS . [ 2 ] Guynes then belonged to the English , and Arde to the ...
Pàgina 31
Lead on , o'God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace , for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I ...
Lead on , o'God's name . Lov . I do beseech your grace , for charity , If ever any malice in your heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me frankly . Buck . Sir Thomas Lovel , I as free forgive you , As I would be forgiven : I ...
Pàgina 32
1 And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him ! Henry the seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor'd me to my honours , and , out of ruins , Made my name once more noble .
1 And without trial fell ; God's peace be with him ! Henry the seventh succeeding , truly pitying My father's loss , like a most royal prince , Restor'd me to my honours , and , out of ruins , Made my name once more noble .
Pàgina 35
[ Exit Lord Chamberlain . NORFOLK opens a folding - door . The King is discovered sitting , and reading pensively . Suf . How sad he looks ! sure , he is much afflicted . K. Hen . Who is there ? ha ? Nor . ' Pray God , he be not angry .
[ Exit Lord Chamberlain . NORFOLK opens a folding - door . The King is discovered sitting , and reading pensively . Suf . How sad he looks ! sure , he is much afflicted . K. Hen . Who is there ? ha ? Nor . ' Pray God , he be not angry .
Pàgina 38
0 , God's will ! much better , She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that quarrel , fortune , 5 do divorce It from the bearer , it is a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. Alas , poor lady !
0 , God's will ! much better , She ne'er had known pomp : though it be temporal , Yet , if that quarrel , fortune , 5 do divorce It from the bearer , it is a sufferance , panging As soul and body's severing . Old L. Alas , poor lady !
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 54 - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Pàgina 47 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Pàgina 44 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pàgina 29 - 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.
Pàgina 54 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Pàgina 45 - Caesar loved 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 ! 4 Cit.
Pàgina 98 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Pàgina 42 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Pàgina 44 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; 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.
Pàgina 9 - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...