The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 11
... . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a Poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou lieft : look in thy laft work , where thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow , Post . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is fo . TIMON of Athens . II.
... . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a Poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou lieft : look in thy laft work , where thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow , Post . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is fo . TIMON of Athens . II.
Pàgina 21
... laft are but Servants to Ifidore and Varro , here call'd by their Masters names as is ufual among Servants with one ano- ther . Var . I fear it . Cap . Here comes Var . TIMON of Athens . 21 Commend me to your mafter ...
... laft are but Servants to Ifidore and Varro , here call'd by their Masters names as is ufual among Servants with one ano- ther . Var . I fear it . Cap . Here comes Var . TIMON of Athens . 21 Commend me to your mafter ...
Pàgina 23
... laft afk'd the question . Poor rogues , and ufurers men ! bawds between gold and want ! All . What are we , Apemantus ? Apem . Afles . All . Why ? Apem . That you afk me what you are , and do not know your felves . Speak to ' em , fool ...
... laft afk'd the question . Poor rogues , and ufurers men ! bawds between gold and want ! All . What are we , Apemantus ? Apem . Afles . All . Why ? Apem . That you afk me what you are , and do not know your felves . Speak to ' em , fool ...
Pàgina 32
... laft refuge ? friends , like phyficians , Tried give him over , and must I take the cure On me ? h'as much disgrac'd me in't , I'm angry . He might have known my place ; I fee no fenfe for ' But his occafions might have wooed me first ...
... laft refuge ? friends , like phyficians , Tried give him over , and must I take the cure On me ? h'as much disgrac'd me in't , I'm angry . He might have known my place ; I fee no fenfe for ' But his occafions might have wooed me first ...
Pàgina 42
... laft , Who ftuck and fpangled with your flatteries Washes them off , and fprinkles in your faces Your reaking villainy . Live loath'd , and long , Moft fmiling , fmooth , detefted parafites , Courteous deftroyers , affable wolves , meek ...
... laft , Who ftuck and fpangled with your flatteries Washes them off , and fprinkles in your faces Your reaking villainy . Live loath'd , and long , Moft fmiling , fmooth , detefted parafites , Courteous deftroyers , affable wolves , meek ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 217 - 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...
Pàgina 179 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pàgina 213 - 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. 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 198 - 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 241 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Pàgina 336 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
Pàgina 222 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Pàgina 211 - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Pàgina 178 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Pàgina 328 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.