Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Ceasar. Antony and CleopatraJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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Pagina 29
... Never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . Never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . ] Nothing can be worse , or more obscurely expressed : and all for the sake of a wretched rhyme . But of this mode of expression ...
... Never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . Never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . ] Nothing can be worse , or more obscurely expressed : and all for the sake of a wretched rhyme . But of this mode of expression ...
Pagina 40
... never get him from it . Re - enter Servant , with Wine . Serv . Please your lordship , here is the wine . Lucul . Flaminius , I have noted thee always wise . Here's to thee . Flam . Your lordship speaks your pleasure . Lucul . I have ...
... never get him from it . Re - enter Servant , with Wine . Serv . Please your lordship , here is the wine . Lucul . Flaminius , I have noted thee always wise . Here's to thee . Flam . Your lordship speaks your pleasure . Lucul . I have ...
Pagina 44
... never tasted Timon in my life , For mine own part , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , 3 - in respect of his , ] In respect of his fortune : what Lucius denies to Timon is in proportion ...
... never tasted Timon in my life , For mine own part , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , 3 - in respect of his , ] In respect of his fortune : what Lucius denies to Timon is in proportion ...
Pagina 60
... never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! smoke , and luke - warm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's last ; Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries , Washes it off , and sprinkles in your faces [ Throwing Water in their ...
... never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! smoke , and luke - warm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's last ; Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries , Washes it off , and sprinkles in your faces [ Throwing Water in their ...
Pagina 71
... never more false title plead , Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen , That scolds against the quality of flesh , And not believes himself : down with the nose , Down with it flat ; take the bridge quite away Of him , that ...
... never more false title plead , Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen , That scolds against the quality of flesh , And not believes himself : down with the nose , Down with it flat ; take the bridge quite away Of him , that ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Agrippa Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Corioli death do't dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear Flav follow fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour Iras JOHNSON Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart LARTIUS Lepidus look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony master means Menenius Mess Messala Messenger ne'er never noble o'the Octavia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sold soldier speak spirit stand STEEVENS sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon TIMON OF ATHENS Titinius tribunes unto Volces Volscian VOLUMNIA What's word worthy
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Pagina 255 - 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pagina 304 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Pagina 300 - 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 257 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Pagina 337 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
Pagina 476 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Pagina 378 - Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Pagina 304 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : 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...
Pagina 300 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pagina 452 - Eros ! — I come, my queen : — Eros ! — Stay for me ; Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ^Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.