The dramatic works of William Shakspeare. Whittingham's ed, Том 6 |
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... look you , I may make the belly smile , As well as speak ) , it tauntingly replied To the discontented members , the mutinous parts That envied his receipt ; even so most fitly As you malign our senators , for that They are not such as ...
... look you , I may make the belly smile , As well as speak ) , it tauntingly replied To the discontented members , the mutinous parts That envied his receipt ; even so most fitly As you malign our senators , for that They are not such as ...
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... look pale ) , they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o'the moon , Shouting their emulation . Men . What is granted them ? Mar. Five tribunes , to defend their vulgar wisdoms , Of their own choice : One's Junius ...
... look pale ) , they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o'the moon , Shouting their emulation . Men . What is granted them ? Mar. Five tribunes , to defend their vulgar wisdoms , Of their own choice : One's Junius ...
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... look upon his schoolmaster . Val . O'my word , the father's son : I'll swear , ' tis a very pretty boy . O'my troth , I look'd upon him o'Wed- nesday half an hour together : he has such a confirmed countenance . I saw him run after a ...
... look upon his schoolmaster . Val . O'my word , the father's son : I'll swear , ' tis a very pretty boy . O'my troth , I look'd upon him o'Wed- nesday half an hour together : he has such a confirmed countenance . I saw him run after a ...
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... looks , and The thunder - like percussion of thy sounds , Thou mad'st thine enemies shake , as if the world Were feverous , and did tremble . Re - enter MARCIUS , bleeding , assaulted by the Enemy . 1 Sol . Lart . Look , sir . Let's ...
... looks , and The thunder - like percussion of thy sounds , Thou mad'st thine enemies shake , as if the world Were feverous , and did tremble . Re - enter MARCIUS , bleeding , assaulted by the Enemy . 1 Sol . Lart . Look , sir . Let's ...
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... , my memory is tird ' .- Have we no wine here ? Com . The blood upon your visage dries : ' tis time . It should be look'd to : come . [ Exeunt . SCENE X. The Camp of the VOLCES . A Flourish SCENE 9 . 35 CORIOLANUS.` 25.
... , my memory is tird ' .- Have we no wine here ? Com . The blood upon your visage dries : ' tis time . It should be look'd to : come . [ Exeunt . SCENE X. The Camp of the VOLCES . A Flourish SCENE 9 . 35 CORIOLANUS.` 25.
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Andronicus Aufidius Bassianus bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius call'd Calphurnia Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cinna Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline dead death deed dost doth emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar lach lady Lart Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Mess mother never noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE Senators soldier sons speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes unto villain Volces What's word worthy
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Сторінка 46 - 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, This was a man ! Oct.
Сторінка 14 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Сторінка 73 - 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 65 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny -us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Сторінка 51 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Сторінка 41 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Сторінка 32 - 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 73 - 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. For her own person, It...
Сторінка 4 - Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Сторінка 16 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.