The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Том 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON . Nay , my lords , ceremony Was but devis'd at first , to set a gloss On faint deeds , hollow welcomes , Recanting goodness , sorry ere ' tis shown ; But where there is true friendship , there needs ...
... stand ceremoniously looking on TIMON . Nay , my lords , ceremony Was but devis'd at first , to set a gloss On faint deeds , hollow welcomes , Recanting goodness , sorry ere ' tis shown ; But where there is true friendship , there needs ...
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... stand how all things go . 2 Lord . Every man here's so . What would he have borrowed of you ? 1 Lord . A thousand pieces . 2 We should now say - lay out for hearts , i . e . the affec- tions of the people . 3 To tire on a thing meant to ...
... stand how all things go . 2 Lord . Every man here's so . What would he have borrowed of you ? 1 Lord . A thousand pieces . 2 We should now say - lay out for hearts , i . e . the affec- tions of the people . 3 To tire on a thing meant to ...
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... stand on the dying deck , Hearing the surges threat : we must all part Into this sea of air . Flav . Good fellows all , The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you . Wherever we shall meet , for Timon's sake , Let's yet be fellows ...
... stand on the dying deck , Hearing the surges threat : we must all part Into this sea of air . Flav . Good fellows all , The latest of my wealth I'll share amongst you . Wherever we shall meet , for Timon's sake , Let's yet be fellows ...
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... stand upright , And say , This man's a flatterer ? if one be , So are they all ; for every grize of fortune Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate 9 But by is here used for without . Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ; 54 ...
... stand upright , And say , This man's a flatterer ? if one be , So are they all ; for every grize of fortune Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate 9 But by is here used for without . Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ; 54 ...
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... stand : Nay , stay thou out for earnest . [ Keeping some gold . Enter ALCIBIADES , with drum and fife , in warlike Alcib . Speak . manner . What art thou there ? Tim . A beast , as thou art . The canker gnaw thy heart , For showing me ...
... stand : Nay , stay thou out for earnest . [ Keeping some gold . Enter ALCIBIADES , with drum and fife , in warlike Alcib . Speak . manner . What art thou there ? Tim . A beast , as thou art . The canker gnaw thy heart , For showing me ...
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AGRIPPA Alarum Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Marcius Capitol Casca Cassius CESAR Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli death dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard hand hate hath hear heart honour Iras Julius Cæsar lady Lart LARTIUS Lepidus look lord Timon LUCILIUS Lucius madam Mark Antony master Menenius Mess Messala Messenger Musick ne'er never noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Sold soldier speak stand sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tongue tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA word worthy
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Сторінка 217 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Сторінка 326 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Сторінка 261 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Сторінка 217 - 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 ourselve»dishonourable graves.
Сторінка 260 - 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. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 273 - For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius...
Сторінка 263 - 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 256 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy : Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war...
Сторінка 258 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.