The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare: With Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, Volumul 2Harper & brothers, 1871 |
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Pagina 6
... 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 . Now for the honour of the forlorn French ...
... 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 . Now for the honour of the forlorn French ...
Pagina 8
... fear of sudden death . In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ; So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread And spurn in pieces posts of adamant : That they suppos'd , I could rend bars of steel , Wherefore a guard of chosen shot ...
... fear of sudden death . In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ; So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread And spurn in pieces posts of adamant : That they suppos'd , I could rend bars of steel , Wherefore a guard of chosen shot ...
Pagina 12
... 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 ; 3 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 ; 3 And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error . Plan . Hath not ...
Pagina 14
... 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 15
... 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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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem bear blood brother Brutus Cade Cæs Cæsar Cassius Clarence Cleo Cleopatra Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter death dost doth duke duke of York Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Holinshed honour house of York Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI lady Lear live look lord Lucius madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means ne'er never night noble old copy reads Pandarus peace Pericles play Plutarch poet pray prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Somerset soul speak Steevens Suff Suffolk sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Titus Andronicus Troilus Troilus and Cressida unto Warwick word York
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Pagina 263 - 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 144 - 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 ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Pagina 264 - I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood. I only speak right on ; 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...
Pagina 251 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pagina 161 - Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Pagina 305 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath...
Pagina 89 - 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 ; Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity.
Pagina 318 - O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven With spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men, as angels, without feminine; Or find some other way to generate Mankind?
Pagina 161 - 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 209 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.