The Works of William Shakespeare: Troilus and Cressida. Coriolanus. Titus Andronicus. Romeo and Juliet. Timon of Athens. Julius CæsarChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Pagina 7
... thou tell'st As ( 7 ) true thou tell'st me , when I say I love her ; But , saying thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me The knife that made it . Pan . I speak no more than truth . Tro . Thou ...
... thou tell'st As ( 7 ) true thou tell'st me , when I say I love her ; But , saying thus , instead of oil and balm , Thou lay'st in every gash that love hath given me The knife that made it . Pan . I speak no more than truth . Tro . Thou ...
Pagina 27
... Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ? Feel , then . [ Beating him . Ther . The plague of Greece upon thee , thou mongrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak , then , thou vinewedst leaven , speak : I ( 43 ) will beat thee into ...
... Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ? Feel , then . [ Beating him . Ther . The plague of Greece upon thee , thou mongrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak , then , thou vinewedst leaven , speak : I ( 43 ) will beat thee into ...
Pagina 28
... thou didst itch from head to foot , and I had the scratching of thee ; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece . When thou art forth in the incursions , thou strikest as slow as another . Ajax . I say , the proclamation ! Ther .
... thou didst itch from head to foot , and I had the scratching of thee ; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece . When thou art forth in the incursions , thou strikest as slow as another . Ajax . I say , the proclamation ! Ther .
Pagina 37
... thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . -Where's Achilles ? Patr . What , art thou devout ? wast thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ; the heavens hear me ! Achil . Who's there ? Enter ...
... thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . -Where's Achilles ? Patr . What , art thou devout ? wast thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ; the heavens hear me ! Achil . Who's there ? Enter ...
Pagina 66
... thou hadst ne'er been born ! I knew thou wouldst be his death : -0 , poor gentle- man ! -A plague upon Antenor ! Cres . Good uncle , I beseech you , on my knees I beseech you , what's the matter ? Pan . Thou must be gone , wench , thou ...
... thou hadst ne'er been born ! I knew thou wouldst be his death : -0 , poor gentle- man ! -A plague upon Antenor ! Cres . Good uncle , I beseech you , on my knees I beseech you , what's the matter ? Pan . Thou must be gone , wench , thou ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius blood Brutus Cæsar Capell Capulet Casca Cass Cassius Collier's Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida dead death dost doth Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav folio.-The fool friends give gods Goths Grant White hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour Juliet Julius Cæsar lady Lavinia look lord Lucius Malone Marcius Mark Antony Menenius night noble Nurse old eds Pandarus passage Patroclus peace pray quarto Re-enter reading Roman Rome Romeo SCENE second folio Senators Serv Shakespeare speak speech Steevens sweet sword Tamora tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes Troilus Troy Tybalt Ulyss W. N. Lettsom Walker's Crit word
Pasaje populare
Pagina 657 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him: The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar.
Pagina 656 - 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.
Pagina 632 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Pagina 667 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Pagina 655 - Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Pagina 442 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 410 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Pagina 660 - Pompey's statue (Which all the while ran blood), great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished 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, marred, as you see, by traitors.
Pagina 658 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pagina 668 - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you?