The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Volumul 6Redfield, 1853 |
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Pagina 61
... bear him , And bring us Cressid hither : Calchas shall have What he requests of us . - Good Diomed , Furnish you fairly for this interchange : Withal , bring word , if Hector will to - morrow Be answer'd in his challenge . Ajax is ready ...
... bear him , And bring us Cressid hither : Calchas shall have What he requests of us . - Good Diomed , Furnish you fairly for this interchange : Withal , bring word , if Hector will to - morrow Be answer'd in his challenge . Ajax is ready ...
Pagina 68
... bear a letter to him straight . Ther . Let me bear1 another to his horse , for that's the more capable creature . Achil . My mind is troubled , like a fountain stirr'd ; And I myself see not the bottom of it . [ Exeunt ACHILLES and ...
... bear a letter to him straight . Ther . Let me bear1 another to his horse , for that's the more capable creature . Achil . My mind is troubled , like a fountain stirr'd ; And I myself see not the bottom of it . [ Exeunt ACHILLES and ...
Pagina 73
... bear it . Cres . O , you immortal gods ! —I will not go . Pan . Thou must . Cres . I will not , uncle : I have forgot my father ; I know no touch of consanguinity ; No kin , no love , no blood , no soul so near me , As the sweet Troilus ...
... bear it . Cres . O , you immortal gods ! —I will not go . Pan . Thou must . Cres . I will not , uncle : I have forgot my father ; I know no touch of consanguinity ; No kin , no love , no blood , no soul so near me , As the sweet Troilus ...
Pagina 81
... bear from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our rank feud . But the just gods gainsay , That any drop thou borrow'dst from thy mother , My sacred aunt , should by my mortal sword Be drain'd . Let me ...
... bear from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our rank feud . But the just gods gainsay , That any drop thou borrow'dst from thy mother , My sacred aunt , should by my mortal sword Be drain'd . Let me ...
Pagina 82
... bear hence A great addition earned in thy death . Hect . Not Neoptolemus so mirable On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st Oyez Cries , " This is he ! " could promise to himself A thought of added honour torn from Hector . Ene ...
... bear hence A great addition earned in thy death . Hect . Not Neoptolemus so mirable On whose bright crest Fame with her loud'st Oyez Cries , " This is he ! " could promise to himself A thought of added honour torn from Hector . Ene ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently ..., Volumul 6 William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Vizualizare completă - 1853 |
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus art thou Athens Aufidius Bassianus blood brother CAPULET Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav folio fool friends give gods Goths hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector hither honour Juliet lady Lavinia live look lord Lucius Marcius MENENIUS Mercutio mother ne'er night noble Nurse PANDARUS Paris Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince quarto Roman Rome Romeo SCENE Senators Serv Servant shalt speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain Volsces What's word
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Pagina 327 - ROmeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pagina 336 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 29 - 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 everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
Pagina 305 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pagina 28 - 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, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny...
Pagina 308 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pagina 307 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment. Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay : And I will take thy word ; yet, if thou swear^st, Thou may'st prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Pagina 298 - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Pagina 64 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion ; 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 64 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.