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Pagina 356
... Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I , As far as toucheth my particular , yet , Dread Priam , There is no lady of more softer bowels , More spungy to suck in the sense of fear , More ready to cry out - Who knows what ...
... Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I , As far as toucheth my particular , yet , Dread Priam , There is no lady of more softer bowels , More spungy to suck in the sense of fear , More ready to cry out - Who knows what ...
Pagina 357
... ! Respect and reason wait on wrinkled age ! - Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage . ' And in Timon of Athens : - The icy precepts of respect . ' Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she SC . II . 357 CRESSIDA .
... ! Respect and reason wait on wrinkled age ! - Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage . ' And in Timon of Athens : - The icy precepts of respect . ' Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she SC . II . 357 CRESSIDA .
Pagina 358
William Shakespeare. Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she doth cost The holding . Tro . What is aught , but as ' tis valued ? Hect . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein ' tis ...
William Shakespeare. Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she doth cost The holding . Tro . What is aught , but as ' tis valued ? Hect . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein ' tis ...
Pagina 359
... Hect . It is Cassandra . 9 Priam's sister , Hesione . 10 Fortune was never so unjust and mutable as to rate a thing on one day above all price , and on the next to set no estimation whatsoever upon it . You are doing what Fortune ...
... Hect . It is Cassandra . 9 Priam's sister , Hesione . 10 Fortune was never so unjust and mutable as to rate a thing on one day above all price , and on the next to set no estimation whatsoever upon it . You are doing what Fortune ...
Pagina 360
... Hect . Peace , sister , peace . Cas . Virgins and boys , mid - age and wrinkled elders 11 , 11 Soft infancy , that nothing canst but cry , Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moan to come . Cry , Trojans ...
... Hect . Peace , sister , peace . Cas . Virgins and boys , mid - age and wrinkled elders 11 , 11 Soft infancy , that nothing canst but cry , Add to my clamours ! let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moan to come . Cry , Trojans ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 257 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 153 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pagina 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Pagina 40 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 261 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Pagina 260 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Pagina 233 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Pagina 38 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Pagina 261 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 302 - Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant (heaven still move about her !), Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness...