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Pagina 4
... enter ' twixt the gap of both , and take The one by the other . Coriolanus , A. 3. Sc . 1 . ANGER . Stay , my Lord ! And let your reafon with your choler question What ' tis you go about . To climb fteep hills Requires flow pace . Anger ...
... enter ' twixt the gap of both , and take The one by the other . Coriolanus , A. 3. Sc . 1 . ANGER . Stay , my Lord ! And let your reafon with your choler question What ' tis you go about . To climb fteep hills Requires flow pace . Anger ...
Pagina 15
... enter My fober houfe .. The Merchant of Venice , A. 2. Sc . 5 , Oh , Buckingham ! beware of yonder dog , Look , when he fawns he bites ; and when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death .. Haye not to do with him ; beware of ...
... enter My fober houfe .. The Merchant of Venice , A. 2. Sc . 5 , Oh , Buckingham ! beware of yonder dog , Look , when he fawns he bites ; and when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death .. Haye not to do with him ; beware of ...
Pagina 53
... enter ; like to favourites Made proud by princes , that advance their pride Against that power that bred it . Much Ado about Nothing , A. 3. Sc . 1 . PEAR . Would he were fatter : but I fear him not ; D 3 Yet , Yet , if my name were ...
... enter ; like to favourites Made proud by princes , that advance their pride Against that power that bred it . Much Ado about Nothing , A. 3. Sc . 1 . PEAR . Would he were fatter : but I fear him not ; D 3 Yet , Yet , if my name were ...
Pagina 121
... blood , nd do fuch bitter bufinefs as the day ould quake to look on . Soft , now to my mother- heart ! lofe not thy nature ; let not ever G The The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom : Let The Beauties of Shakspeare . 121.
... blood , nd do fuch bitter bufinefs as the day ould quake to look on . Soft , now to my mother- heart ! lofe not thy nature ; let not ever G The The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom : Let The Beauties of Shakspeare . 121.
Pagina 122
William Shakespeare. The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom : Let me be cruel , not unnatural : I will speak daggers to her , but use none . Hamlet , A. 3. Sc . L NIGHT IN A CAMP . From camp to camp , through ... enter this firm bofom: ...
William Shakespeare. The foul of Nero enter this firm bofom : Let me be cruel , not unnatural : I will speak daggers to her , but use none . Hamlet , A. 3. Sc . L NIGHT IN A CAMP . From camp to camp , through ... enter this firm bofom: ...
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The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1783 |
The Beauties of Shakespeare; Selected from His Plays and Poems William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1783 |
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againſt Antony Antony and Cleopatra Apem blood Brutus Caffius Clown Coriolanus Cymbeline death deed doft thou doth Duke Exeunt eyes falfe father fear feem fhall fhew fhould firft fleep fmile fome fool forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fweet fword Gentlemen of Verona Ghoft give grace Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry IV himſelf honour Iago Ibid Ifab itſelf Julius Cæfar King Henry King Lear King Richard King Richard III Lady Lear look Lord Macb Macbeth Meaſure Merchant of Venice moft moſt mufic muft muſt myſelf never night noble Othello pleaſe Pleb poor Prince purpoſe reafon Romeo ſhall ſhe ſpeak tears tell thee thefe theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Timon of Athens tongue uſe whofe Winter's Tale yourſelf
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Pagina 282 - 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.
Pagina 282 - 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...
Pagina 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Pagina 137 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Pagina 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pagina 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Pagina 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Pagina 67 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 89 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Pagina 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.