The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volum 6Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1811 |
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Pàgina 49
... madam , My lord of York , -out of his noble nature , Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace ; Forgetting , like a good man , your late censure Both of his truth and him , ( which was too far , ) - Offers , as I do , in a sign of ...
... madam , My lord of York , -out of his noble nature , Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace ; Forgetting , like a good man , your late censure Both of his truth and him , ( which was too far , ) - Offers , as I do , in a sign of ...
Pàgina 50
... Madam , you wrong the king's love with these fears ; Your hopes and friends are infinite . Q. Kath . In England , But little for my profit : Can you think , lords , That any Englishman dare give me counsel ? Or be a known friend ...
... Madam , you wrong the king's love with these fears ; Your hopes and friends are infinite . Q. Kath . In England , But little for my profit : Can you think , lords , That any Englishman dare give me counsel ? Or be a known friend ...
Pàgina 51
... Madam , this is a mere distraction ; You turn the good we offer into envy . Q.Kath . Ye turn me into nothing : Woe upon ye , And all such false professors ! Would ye have me ( If you have any justice , any pity ; If ye be any thing but ...
... Madam , this is a mere distraction ; You turn the good we offer into envy . Q.Kath . Ye turn me into nothing : Woe upon ye , And all such false professors ! Would ye have me ( If you have any justice , any pity ; If ye be any thing but ...
Pàgina 52
... Madam , you'll find it so . You wrong your virtues With these weak women's fears . A noble spirit , As yours . was put into you , ever casts Such doubts , as faise coin , from it . The king loves you ; Beware , you lose it not : For us ...
... Madam , you'll find it so . You wrong your virtues With these weak women's fears . A noble spirit , As yours . was put into you , ever casts Such doubts , as faise coin , from it . The king loves you ; Beware , you lose it not : For us ...
Pàgina 70
... madam ; but , I think , your grace , Out of the pain you suffer'd , gave no ear to't . Kath . Pr'ythee , good Griffith , tell me how he died : If well , he stepp'd before me , happily , 3 For my example . Grif . Well , the voice goes , ...
... madam ; but , I think , your grace , Out of the pain you suffer'd , gave no ear to't . Kath . Pr'ythee , good Griffith , tell me how he died : If well , he stepp'd before me , happily , 3 For my example . Grif . Well , the voice goes , ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 54 - 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.
Pàgina 47 - 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 44 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pàgina 29 - 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 54 - 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 45 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.
Pàgina 98 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Pàgina 42 - 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.
Pàgina 44 - 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 9 - 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 : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...