The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... tell What heaven hath given him , let some graver eye Pierce into that ; but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him : Whence has he that ? If not from hell , the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before , and he begins A ...
... tell What heaven hath given him , let some graver eye Pierce into that ; but I can see his pride Peep through each part of him : Whence has he that ? If not from hell , the devil is a niggard ; Or has given all before , and he begins A ...
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... tell steps with me . No , my lord , Q. Kath . You know no more than others : but you frame Things , that are known alike ; which are not whole- some To those which would not know them , and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance ...
... tell steps with me . No , my lord , Q. Kath . You know no more than others : but you frame Things , that are known alike ; which are not whole- some To those which would not know them , and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance ...
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... tell steps with me . Q. Kath . No , my lord , You know no more than others : but you frame Things , that are known alike ; which are not whole- some To those which would not know them , and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance ...
... tell steps with me . Q. Kath . No , my lord , You know no more than others : but you frame Things , that are known alike ; which are not whole- some To those which would not know them , and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance ...
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... ( Tell you the duke ) shall prosper : bid him strive To gain the love of the commonalty ; the duke Shall govern England . Q. Kath . If I know you well , You were the duke's surveyor , and lost your office On the complaint o ' the tenants ...
... ( Tell you the duke ) shall prosper : bid him strive To gain the love of the commonalty ; the duke Shall govern England . Q. Kath . If I know you well , You were the duke's surveyor , and lost your office On the complaint o ' the tenants ...
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... tell your grace ; -That , having heard by fame Of this so noble and so fair assembly This night to meet here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they bear to beauty , But leave their flocks ; and , under your fair conduct ...
... tell your grace ; -That , having heard by fame Of this so noble and so fair assembly This night to meet here , they could do no less , Out of the great respect they bear to beauty , But leave their flocks ; and , under your fair conduct ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
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Сторінка 173 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
Сторінка 281 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Сторінка 70 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Сторінка 130 - 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...
Сторінка 70 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Сторінка 104 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Сторінка 173 - 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...
Сторінка 72 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Сторінка 401 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Сторінка 425 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.