The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Pagina 9
... live upon ; and fit it is , Because I am the ftore - houfe , and the fhop Of the whole body . But , if you do remember , I fend it through the rivers of your blood , Even to the Court , the Heart ; to th ' feat o'th ' brain ; And ...
... live upon ; and fit it is , Because I am the ftore - houfe , and the fhop Of the whole body . But , if you do remember , I fend it through the rivers of your blood , Even to the Court , the Heart ; to th ' feat o'th ' brain ; And ...
Pagina 37
... live you yet ? O my sweet Lady , pardon . [ To Valeria . Vol . I know not where to turn . O welcome home ; And welcome , General ! y'are welcome all . Men . A hundred thousand welcomes : I could weep , And I could laugh , I'm light and ...
... live you yet ? O my sweet Lady , pardon . [ To Valeria . Vol . I know not where to turn . O welcome home ; And welcome , General ! y'are welcome all . Men . A hundred thousand welcomes : I could weep , And I could laugh , I'm light and ...
Pagina 55
... live with fuch as cannot rule , Nor ever will be rul'd . Bru . Call't not a plot ; The people cry , you mock'd them ; and , of late , 1 When corn was given them gratis , you repin'd ; Scandal'd the fuppliants for the people ; call'd ...
... live with fuch as cannot rule , Nor ever will be rul'd . Bru . Call't not a plot ; The people cry , you mock'd them ; and , of late , 1 When corn was given them gratis , you repin'd ; Scandal'd the fuppliants for the people ; call'd ...
Pagina 56
... live , I will this As for my nobler friends , I crave their pardons : But for the mutable rank - fcented Many ,. Let them regard me , as I do not flatter , And there behold themselves : I fay again , In foothing them , we nourish ...
... live , I will this As for my nobler friends , I crave their pardons : But for the mutable rank - fcented Many ,. Let them regard me , as I do not flatter , And there behold themselves : I fay again , In foothing them , we nourish ...
Pagina 85
... live moft weary , and prefent My throat to thee , and to thy ancient malice : Which not to cut , would fhew thee but a fool , Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate , Drawn tuns of blood out of thy Country's breaft , And cannot live ...
... live moft weary , and prefent My throat to thee , and to thy ancient malice : Which not to cut , would fhew thee but a fool , Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate , Drawn tuns of blood out of thy Country's breaft , And cannot live ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Afide againſt anſwer Aufidius beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth Enobarbus Eros Exeunt Exit faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen Lady laft Lart lefs Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony Meffenger Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th Octavia peace Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Volfcians Volumnius whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
Pasaje populare
Pagina 127 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pagina 149 - 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 169 - 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!
Pagina 171 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Pagina 138 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Pagina 171 - 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 169 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 301 - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
Pagina 305 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Pagina 165 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.