Works, Volumul 5G. Routledge, 1874 |
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Pagina 57
... SERV . Hold your hand , my lord ! I have , serv'd you ever since I was a child ; But better service have I never done you , Than now to bid you hold . REG . 1 SERV . If you did wear a I'd shake it on this quarrel . CORN . My villain ...
... SERV . Hold your hand , my lord ! I have , serv'd you ever since I was a child ; But better service have I never done you , Than now to bid you hold . REG . 1 SERV . If you did wear a I'd shake it on this quarrel . CORN . My villain ...
Pagina 58
... SERV . I'll never care what wickedness I do , If this man come to good . 3 SERV . If she live long , And , in the end , meet the old course of death , Women will all turn monsters . 2 SERV . Let's follow the old earl , and get the ...
... SERV . I'll never care what wickedness I do , If this man come to good . 3 SERV . If she live long , And , in the end , meet the old course of death , Women will all turn monsters . 2 SERV . Let's follow the old earl , and get the ...
Pagina 154
... serv'd well for Rome , - COR . BRU . I talk of that , that know it . COR . Peace ! What do you prate of service ? You ? MEN . Is this the promise that you made your mother ? COм . Know , I pray you , — COR . I'll know no further : Let ...
... serv'd well for Rome , - COR . BRU . I talk of that , that know it . COR . Peace ! What do you prate of service ? You ? MEN . Is this the promise that you made your mother ? COм . Know , I pray you , — COR . I'll know no further : Let ...
Pagina 161
... SERV . Wine , wine , wine ! What service is here ! 1 think our fellows are asleep . Enter another Servant . [ Exit . [ Exit . 2 SERV . Where's Cotus ? my master calls for him . - Cotus ! [ Exit , COR . A goodly house : Enter CORIOLANUS ...
... SERV . Wine , wine , wine ! What service is here ! 1 think our fellows are asleep . Enter another Servant . [ Exit . [ Exit . 2 SERV . Where's Cotus ? my master calls for him . - Cotus ! [ Exit , COR . A goodly house : Enter CORIOLANUS ...
Pagina 162
... SERV . Under the canopy ? COR . Ay . 3 SERV . Where's that ? COR . I ' the city of kites and crows . 3 SERV . I ' the city of kites and crows ! -What an ass it is ! -then thou dwellest with daws too ? COR . No , I serve not thy master ...
... SERV . Under the canopy ? COR . Ay . 3 SERV . Where's that ? COR . I ' the city of kites and crows . 3 SERV . I ' the city of kites and crows ! -What an ass it is ! -then thou dwellest with daws too ? COR . No , I serve not thy master ...
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Pagina 437 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Pagina 430 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; 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...
Pagina 554 - 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; 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...
Pagina 244 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather: but The art itself is nature.
Pagina 434 - With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 305 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe; Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead; Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too! Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into...
Pagina 430 - Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Pagina 437 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pagina 412 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pagina 14 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay...