The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Volumul 6C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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Pagina 13
... fear , our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State statues only . K. Hen . Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear : Things done without example , in their issue ...
... fear , our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State statues only . K. Hen . Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear : Things done without example , in their issue ...
Pagina 15
... fear'd , the French would prove perfidious , To the king's danger . Presently the duke Said , ' Twas the fear indeed ; and that he doubted , Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk : That oft , says he , Hath sent ...
... fear'd , the French would prove perfidious , To the king's danger . Presently the duke Said , ' Twas the fear indeed ; and that he doubted , Twould prove the verity of certain words Spoke by a holy monk : That oft , says he , Hath sent ...
Pagina 21
... fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is ' t ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers , For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed : And hither make , as great ...
... fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is ' t ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers , For so they seem : they have left their barge , and landed : And hither make , as great ...
Pagina 23
... fear , with dancing is a little heated . K. Hen . I fear , too much . Wol . There's fresher air , my lord , In the next chamber . K. Hen . Lead in your ladies , every one.- Sweet partner , I must not yet forsake you : -Let's be merry ...
... fear , with dancing is a little heated . K. Hen . I fear , too much . Wol . There's fresher air , my lord , In the next chamber . K. Hen . Lead in your ladies , every one.- Sweet partner , I must not yet forsake you : -Let's be merry ...
Pagina 28
... fear , too many curses on their heads , That were the authors . 2 Gent . If the duke be guiltless , " Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil , if it fall , Greater than this . 1 Gent . Good angels keep it from ...
... fear , too many curses on their heads , That were the authors . 2 Gent . If the duke be guiltless , " Tis full of woe : yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil , if it fall , Greater than this . 1 Gent . Good angels keep it from ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achil Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Corioli Cres Cressid Crom Deiphobus Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Kath king lady Lart LARTIUS look Lord Chamberlain Lord Timon's madam Marcius master MENELAUS MENENIUS musick ne'er Nest never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace poor Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true Trumpets Ulyss voices Volces What's words worthy
Pasaje populare
Pagina 56 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Pagina 64 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pagina 58 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...
Pagina 65 - The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Pagina 56 - There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pagina 103 - Force should be right — or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 58 - tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Pagina 58 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Pagina 349 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 140 - Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give...