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 5
... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present flaves and servants Tranflates his rivals . PAIN . ' Tis conceiv'd to fcope . This throne A iij TIMON OF ATHENS . 3 POET. You see this confluence, this great flood ...
... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present flaves and servants Tranflates his rivals . PAIN . ' Tis conceiv'd to fcope . This throne A iij TIMON OF ATHENS . 3 POET. You see this confluence, this great flood ...
Pàgina 8
... hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS and OLD ATHENIAN . POET . Vouchfafe my labour , and long ...
... hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS and OLD ATHENIAN . POET . Vouchfafe my labour , and long ...
Pàgina 9
... hand ; well know , As thofe , which fell , would give : But you Things of like value , differing in the owners , Are prized by their masters : believe't , dear lord , You mend the jewel by wearing it . TIM . Well mock'd . MER . No , my ...
... hand ; well know , As thofe , which fell , would give : But you Things of like value , differing in the owners , Are prized by their masters : believe't , dear lord , You mend the jewel by wearing it . TIM . Well mock'd . MER . No , my ...
Pàgina 22
... hand . SEN . And late , five thousand to Varro ; and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand ; befides my former fum , Which makes it five and twenty . — Still in motion Of raging waste ? It cannot hold ; it will not : If I want gold , fteal ...
... hand . SEN . And late , five thousand to Varro ; and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand ; befides my former fum , Which makes it five and twenty . — Still in motion Of raging waste ? It cannot hold ; it will not : If I want gold , fteal ...
Pàgina 23
... hand . FLAV . No care , no ftop ! fo fenfeless of expence , That he will neither know how to maintain it , Nor ceafe his flow of riot : Takes no account How things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue ; Never mind ...
... hand . FLAV . No care , no ftop ! fo fenfeless of expence , That he will neither know how to maintain it , Nor ceafe his flow of riot : Takes no account How things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue ; Never mind ...
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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!