The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Volum 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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Pàgina 50
... faces [ Throwing water in their faces . Your reeking villainy , Live loath'd , and long , Most smiling , smooth , detested parasites , Courteous destroyers , affable wolves , meek bears , You fools of fortune , trencher - friends ...
... faces [ Throwing water in their faces . Your reeking villainy , Live loath'd , and long , Most smiling , smooth , detested parasites , Courteous destroyers , affable wolves , meek bears , You fools of fortune , trencher - friends ...
Pàgina 53
... faces ; we are fellows still , Serving alike in sorrow : Leak'd is our bark ; And we , poor mates , 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 ...
... faces ; we are fellows still , Serving alike in sorrow : Leak'd is our bark ; And we , poor mates , 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 ...
Pàgina 59
... face Hath to the marbled mansion all above Never presented ! — O , a root , — Dear thanks ! Dry up thy marrows , vines , and plough - torn leas ; Whereof ingrateful man , with liquorish draughts , And morsels unctuous , greases his pure ...
... face Hath to the marbled mansion all above Never presented ! — O , a root , — Dear thanks ! Dry up thy marrows , vines , and plough - torn leas ; Whereof ingrateful man , with liquorish draughts , And morsels unctuous , greases his pure ...
Pàgina 68
... face . - Surely , this man was born of woman.— Forgive my general and exceptless rashness , Perpetual - sober gods ! I do proclaim One honest man , --- - -mistake me not , but one ; No more , I pray , and he is a steward.— How fain ...
... face . - Surely , this man was born of woman.— Forgive my general and exceptless rashness , Perpetual - sober gods ! I do proclaim One honest man , --- - -mistake me not , but one ; No more , I pray , and he is a steward.— How fain ...
Pàgina 93
... face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . No , Caius Marcius , I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol where I know , Our ...
... face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . No , Caius Marcius , I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol where I know , Our ...
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The Family Shakspeare, in Ten Volumes: In which Nothing is Added to ..., Volum 8 William Shakespeare,Thomas Bowdler Visualització completa - 1820 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 217 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. 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...
Pàgina 326 - 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 261 - 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 in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Pàgina 217 - 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 ourselve»dishonourable graves.
Pàgina 260 - 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. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Pàgina 264 - 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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Pàgina 273 - 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. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius...
Pàgina 263 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. 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.
Pàgina 256 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy : Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war...
Pàgina 258 - 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.