The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Том 11Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... BOULT , their servant . GOWER , as Chorus . DAUGHTER OF ANTIOCHUS . DIONYZA , wife to Cleon . THAISA , daughter to Simonides . MARINA , daughter to Pericles and Thaisa . LYCHORIDA , nurse to Marina . DIANA . Lords , Ladies , Knights ...
... BOULT , their servant . GOWER , as Chorus . DAUGHTER OF ANTIOCHUS . DIONYZA , wife to Cleon . THAISA , daughter to Simonides . MARINA , daughter to Pericles and Thaisa . LYCHORIDA , nurse to Marina . DIANA . Lords , Ladies , Knights ...
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... Boult . Boult . Sir . Pan . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they can do ...
... Boult . Boult . Sir . Pan . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they can do ...
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... Boult . Enter PIRATES , and BOULT , dragging in MARINA . Boult . Come your ways . [ to Marina . ] My mas- ters , you say she's a virgin ? 1 Pi . O , sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone thorough3 for this piece , you see ...
... Boult . Enter PIRATES , and BOULT , dragging in MARINA . Boult . Come your ways . [ to Marina . ] My mas- ters , you say she's a virgin ? 1 Pi . O , sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone thorough3 for this piece , you see ...
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... Boult . She has a good face , speaks well , and has excellent good clothes : there's no farther necessity of qualities can make her be refused . Bawd . What's her price , Boult ? Boult . I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces ...
... Boult . She has a good face , speaks well , and has excellent good clothes : there's no farther necessity of qualities can make her be refused . Bawd . What's her price , Boult ? Boult . I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces ...
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... Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And , I pr'ythee , tell me , how dost ...
... Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And , I pr'ythee , tell me , how dost ...
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Alarum Antiochus Antium Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Brutus Cæsar Caius Marcius call'd Capitol Casca Cassius Cinna Citizens Cleon Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli daughter death deed Dionyza doth Edile enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Fish florish friends give gods Gower Hark hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honor Julius Cæsar king lady Lartius look lord Lucilius Lucius Lysimachus Marina Mark Antony master Menenius Messala Mitylene mother ne'er never night noble Octavius peace Pentapolis Pericles pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senate SHAK SICINIUS speak stand sword tell Thai Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thing thou art thou hast Titinius TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto voices Volces Volscian Volumnia What's wife word worthy
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Сторінка 348 - Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters ! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honorable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honorable men.
Сторінка 370 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Сторінка 346 - 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.
Сторінка 351 - What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, That made them do it ; they are wise and honorable, 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.
Сторінка 294 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamed!
Сторінка 350 - 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. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Сторінка 323 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Сторінка 347 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Сторінка 293 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Сторінка 103 - Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir ; Give me a gash, put me to present pain ; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness.