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 110
... mother , and partly to be proud ; which he is , even to the altitude of his virtue . 2 Cit . What he cannot help in his nature , you account a vice in him . You must in no way say he is covetous . 1 Cit . If I must not , I need not be ...
... mother , and partly to be proud ; which he is , even to the altitude of his virtue . 2 Cit . What he cannot help in his nature , you account a vice in him . You must in no way say he is covetous . 1 Cit . If I must not , I need not be ...
Pagina 118
... mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding ; I , —considering how honour would become such a person ; that it was no better than picture - like to hang by the wall , if renown made it not stir , -was pleased to let him seek ...
... mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding ; I , —considering how honour would become such a person ; that it was no better than picture - like to hang by the wall , if renown made it not stir , -was pleased to let him seek ...
Pagina 127
... mother , I have done , Who has a charter to extol her blood , When she does praise me , grieves me . As you have done ; that's what I can ; induc'd As you have been ; that's for my country : He that has but effected his good will Hath ...
... mother , I have done , Who has a charter to extol her blood , When she does praise me , grieves me . As you have done ; that's what I can ; induc'd As you have been ; that's for my country : He that has but effected his good will Hath ...
Pagina 135
... mother.- You have , I know , petition'd all the gods For my prosperity . Vol . Nay , my good soldier , up ; My gentle Marcius , worthy Caius , and By deed - achieving honour newly nam'd , What is it ? Coriolanus , must I call thee ? But ...
... mother.- You have , I know , petition'd all the gods For my prosperity . Vol . Nay , my good soldier , up ; My gentle Marcius , worthy Caius , and By deed - achieving honour newly nam'd , What is it ? Coriolanus , must I call thee ? But ...
Pagina 136
... mother , I had rather be their servant in my way , Than sway with them in theirs . Com . On , to the Capitol ! [ Flourish . Cornets . Exeunt in state , as before . The Tribunes remain . Bru . All tongues speak of him , and the bleared ...
... mother , I had rather be their servant in my way , Than sway with them in theirs . Com . On , to the Capitol ! [ Flourish . Cornets . Exeunt in state , as before . The Tribunes remain . Bru . All tongues speak of him , and the bleared ...
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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.