The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volumul 2Andrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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Pagina 5
... fear : Remaineth none but mad - brain'd Salisbury ; And he may well in fretting spend his gall , Nor men , nor money , hath he to make war . Char . Sound , sound alarum ; we will rush on them . [ Exe . Re- Now for the honour of the ...
... fear : Remaineth none but mad - brain'd Salisbury ; And he may well in fretting spend his gall , Nor men , nor money , hath he to make war . Char . Sound , sound alarum ; we will rush on them . [ Exe . Re- Now for the honour of the ...
Pagina 7
... fear of sudden death . In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ; So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread , May . I'll call for clubs , ' if you will not away : -That they supposed , I could rend bars of steel , This cardinal ...
... fear of sudden death . In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ; So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread , May . I'll call for clubs , ' if you will not away : -That they supposed , I could rend bars of steel , This cardinal ...
Pagina 11
... fear , as witnessing The truth on our side . Som . No , Plantagenet , Tis not for fear ; but anger , -that thy cheeks , Blush for pure shame , to counterfeit our roses ; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error . Plan . Hath not ...
... fear , as witnessing The truth on our side . Som . No , Plantagenet , Tis not for fear ; but anger , -that thy cheeks , Blush for pure shame , to counterfeit our roses ; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error . Plan . Hath not ...
Pagina 13
... fear me , if thy thoughts were sifted , The king , thy sovereign , is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy swelling heart . Win . Gloster , I do defy thee . - Lords , vouchsafe To give me hearing what I shall reply . If I were ...
... fear me , if thy thoughts were sifted , The king , thy sovereign , is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy swelling heart . Win . Gloster , I do defy thee . - Lords , vouchsafe To give me hearing what I shall reply . If I were ...
Pagina 14
... fear me , with a hollow heart.- See here , my friends , and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce , Betwixt ourselves , and all our followers : So help me God , as I dissemble not ! Win . So help me God , as I ...
... fear me , with a hollow heart.- See here , my friends , and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce , Betwixt ourselves , and all our followers : So help me God , as I dissemble not ! Win . So help me God , as I ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Buck Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
Pasaje populare
Pagina 239 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Pagina 65 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Pagina 425 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Pagina 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Pagina 84 - 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 158 - A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pagina 226 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey 's blood? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Pagina 418 - GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood...
Pagina 435 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pagina 239 - Caesar lov'd 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!