The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cęser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Pągina 5
... Stands as the Capitol , directly here . " It is not only heroic manners and incidents which the all - powerful pen of Shakspeare has expressed with great historic truth in this play ; he has entered with no less penetration into the ...
... Stands as the Capitol , directly here . " It is not only heroic manners and incidents which the all - powerful pen of Shakspeare has expressed with great historic truth in this play ; he has entered with no less penetration into the ...
Pągina 9
... all his friends , while Marcus kept aloof . The error has its source in North's translation of Plutarch , or in Holland's Suetonius , 1606 . VOL . VI . 2 Cęs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , SC . II . ] 9 JULIUS CESAR .
... all his friends , while Marcus kept aloof . The error has its source in North's translation of Plutarch , or in Holland's Suetonius , 1606 . VOL . VI . 2 Cęs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , SC . II . ] 9 JULIUS CESAR .
Pągina 10
William Shakespeare Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer. Cęs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , ' When he doth run his course . - Antonius ! Ant . Cęsar , my lord ! Cęs . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , To ...
William Shakespeare Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer. Cęs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , ' When he doth run his course . - Antonius ! Ant . Cęsar , my lord ! Cęs . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , To ...
Pągina 23
... Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna ; I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you . Who's that ? Cimber ? Cas . No , it is Casca ; one incorporate To ...
... Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna ; I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you . Who's that ? Cimber ? Cas . No , it is Casca ; one incorporate To ...
Pągina 26
... stand under one man's awe ? What ! Rome ? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive , when he was called a king . Speak , strike , redress ! —Am I entreated To speak , and strike ? O Rome ! I make thee promise , If the ...
... stand under one man's awe ? What ! Rome ? My ancestors did from the streets of Rome The Tarquin drive , when he was called a king . Speak , strike , redress ! —Am I entreated To speak , and strike ? O Rome ! I make thee promise , If the ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cęs Cęsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death deed DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cęsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
Passatges populars
Pągina 60 - 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...
Pągina 60 - 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.
Pągina 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable 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.
Pągina 37 - 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.
Pągina 296 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Pągina 121 - 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.
Pągina 93 - 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 : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges* all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Pągina 14 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pągina 209 - 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 Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Pągina 12 - Well, honor is the subject of my story. — I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.