Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volum 5G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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Pàgina 16
... brothers , commanding one another's fortunes ! O joy , e'en made away ere it can be born ! Mine eyes cannot hold out water , methinks to forget their faults , I drink to you . APEM . Thou weep'ft to make them drink , Timon . 2 LORD ...
... brothers , commanding one another's fortunes ! O joy , e'en made away ere it can be born ! Mine eyes cannot hold out water , methinks to forget their faults , I drink to you . APEM . Thou weep'ft to make them drink , Timon . 2 LORD ...
Pàgina 27
... brother , and woman ; fometime , the philofopher . [ Exeunt APEMANTUS and FOOL . FLAV ' Pray you , walk near ; I'll speak with you anon . [ Exeunt SERV . TIM . You make me marvel : Wherefore , ere this time , my ftate before me ; Had ...
... brother , and woman ; fometime , the philofopher . [ Exeunt APEMANTUS and FOOL . FLAV ' Pray you , walk near ; I'll speak with you anon . [ Exeunt SERV . TIM . You make me marvel : Wherefore , ere this time , my ftate before me ; Had ...
Pàgina 38
... brother . What do you think the hour ? PHI . Labouring for nine . LUC . SERV . So much ? PHI . Is not my lord feen yet ? LUC . SERV . Not yet . [ tenfius . PHI . I wonder on't ; he was wont to fhine at feven . LUC . SERV . Ay , but the ...
... brother . What do you think the hour ? PHI . Labouring for nine . LUC . SERV . So much ? PHI . Is not my lord feen yet ? LUC . SERV . Not yet . [ tenfius . PHI . I wonder on't ; he was wont to fhine at feven . LUC . SERV . Ay , but the ...
Pàgina 45
... brother , He forfeits his own blood , that fpills another . ALCIB . Muft it be fo ? it must not be . My lords , I do beseech you , know me . 2 SEN . How ? ALCIB . Call me to your remembrances . 3 SEN . What ? ALCIB . I cannot think ...
... brother , He forfeits his own blood , that fpills another . ALCIB . Muft it be fo ? it must not be . My lords , I do beseech you , know me . 2 SEN . How ? ALCIB . Call me to your remembrances . 3 SEN . What ? ALCIB . I cannot think ...
Pàgina 53
... brothers of one womb , - Whofe procreation , refidence , and birth , Scarce is dividant , -touch them with feveral ... brother's fides , The want that makes him lean . Who dares , who dares , In purity of manhood stand upright , And ...
... brothers of one womb , - Whofe procreation , refidence , and birth , Scarce is dividant , -touch them with feveral ... brother's fides , The want that makes him lean . Who dares , who dares , In purity of manhood stand upright , And ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1797 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Afide againſt ALCIB Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Antony APEM Apemantus Aufidius beſt Brutus Cæfar Caffius CASCA cauſe CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE death defire doft doth Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame fear fenators fervice fhall fhould fhow firſt flain FLAV foldier fome forrow fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart himſelf honeft honour houſe IACH lady Lavinia lord Lucius madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'the Octavia pleaſe pleaſure Pompey praiſe pray preſent purpoſe queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand Tamora tell thee thefe There's theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS uſe whofe whoſe yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 264 - 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, 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 260 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pàgina 264 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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.
Pàgina 326 - ... steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Pàgina 297 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Pàgina 217 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Pàgina 217 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
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.
Pàgina 260 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pàgina 294 - 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 mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!