The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volum 6Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1811 |
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Pàgina 85
... thou tak'st me for , I am sure , [ 5 ] It seems to have been a custom , begun probabi , in the dark ages , be fore literature was generally diffused , and before the regal power experienc- ed the restraints of law , for every monarch to ...
... thou tak'st me for , I am sure , [ 5 ] It seems to have been a custom , begun probabi , in the dark ages , be fore literature was generally diffused , and before the regal power experienc- ed the restraints of law , for every monarch to ...
Pàgina 9
... thou go'st foremost : Thou rascal , that art worst in blood , to run Lead'st first to win some ' vantage . 2 . - But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs ; Rome and her rats are at the point of battle , The one side must have bale ...
... thou go'st foremost : Thou rascal , that art worst in blood , to run Lead'st first to win some ' vantage . 2 . - But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs ; Rome and her rats are at the point of battle , The one side must have bale ...
Pàgina 11
... thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . No , Caius Marcius ; I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen ...
... thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . No , Caius Marcius ; I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen ...
Pàgina 18
... Thou art left , Marcius : A carbuncle entire , as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish , 1 not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ; but , with thy grim looks , and The thunder - like ...
... Thou art left , Marcius : A carbuncle entire , as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish , 1 not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ; but , with thy grim looks , and The thunder - like ...
Pàgina 19
... thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me : To Aufidius thus I ...
... thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me : To Aufidius thus I ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Antium Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæsar Caius Capitol cardinal Casca Cassius CESAR Cham Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus death doth duke Egypt enemy Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear follow fortune friends Fulvia Gent give gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iras JOHNS Julius Cæsar K.Hen Kath king king's lady Lart Lepidus look lord Lord Chamberlain madam Marcius Mark Antony master mean Menenius Messala never night noble o'the Octavia peace Plutarch Pompey Pr'ythee pray Q.Kath queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVEL Sold soldier speak stand STEEV sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tongue tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARB What's wife Wolsey word
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...