The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volumul 5Harper & Bros., 1839 |
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Pagina 7
... gods know , I speak this in hun- ger for bread , not in thirst for revenge . 2 Cit . Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius ? Cits . Against him first ; he's a very dog to the com- monalty . Good is here used in the ...
... gods know , I speak this in hun- ger for bread , not in thirst for revenge . 2 Cit . Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius ? Cits . Against him first ; he's a very dog to the com- monalty . Good is here used in the ...
Pagina 12
... gods , keep you in awe , which else Would feed on one another ? -What's their seeking ? Men . For corn at their own rate ; whereof , they say , The city is well stor❜d . Mar. Hang ' em ! They say ? They'll sit by the fire , and presume ...
... gods , keep you in awe , which else Would feed on one another ? -What's their seeking ? Men . For corn at their own rate ; whereof , they say , The city is well stor❜d . Mar. Hang ' em ! They say ? They'll sit by the fire , and presume ...
Pagina 14
... gods . Sic . Be - mock the modest moon . Bru . The present wars devour him : he is grown Too proud to be so valiant . Sic . Such a nature , Tickled with good success , disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder ...
... gods . Sic . Be - mock the modest moon . Bru . The present wars devour him : he is grown Too proud to be so valiant . Sic . Such a nature , Tickled with good success , disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder ...
Pagina 22
... gods , Lead their successes as we wish our own ; That both our pow'rs , with smiling fronts encountering , Enter a Messenger . May give you thankful sacrifice ! -Thy news ? Mes . The citizens of Corioli have issued , And given to ...
... gods , Lead their successes as we wish our own ; That both our pow'rs , with smiling fronts encountering , Enter a Messenger . May give you thankful sacrifice ! -Thy news ? Mes . The citizens of Corioli have issued , And given to ...
Pagina 25
... gods doom him after ! Auf . If I fly , Marcius , Halloo me like a hare . Mar. Within these three hours , Tullus , Alone I fought in your Corioli walls , And made what work I pleas'd : ' Tis not my blood , Wherein thou seest me mask'd ...
... gods doom him after ! Auf . If I fly , Marcius , Halloo me like a hare . Mar. Within these three hours , Tullus , Alone I fought in your Corioli walls , And made what work I pleas'd : ' Tis not my blood , Wherein thou seest me mask'd ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of ..., Volumul 5 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1850 |
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Pagina 145 - 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 438 - 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...
Pagina 121 - 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 : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Pagina 147 - 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!
Pagina 156 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you deny'd me ;— For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Pagina 437 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Pagina 155 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Pagina 146 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Pagina 146 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pagina 485 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes.