The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, 2. kötet |
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421. oldal
... Marcius " might be supposed to be : towering grandly above most of the ordinary weaknesses of her sex , but possessing the rest of them in more than ordinary perfection . What an exquisitely natural specimen of the absence of self ...
... Marcius " might be supposed to be : towering grandly above most of the ordinary weaknesses of her sex , but possessing the rest of them in more than ordinary perfection . What an exquisitely natural specimen of the absence of self ...
422. oldal
... MARCIUS , Son to CORIOLANGS . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIOS , General of the Volcians . Lieutenant to AUFIDIUS . Conspirators with AUFIDIUS . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volcian Guards . VOLUMNJA . Mother to CORTOLANUS . VIRGILIA Wife ...
... MARCIUS , Son to CORIOLANGS . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIOS , General of the Volcians . Lieutenant to AUFIDIUS . Conspirators with AUFIDIUS . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volcian Guards . VOLUMNJA . Mother to CORTOLANUS . VIRGILIA Wife ...
423. oldal
... speak . [ Several speaking at once . 1st Cit . You are all resolved rather to die than to famish ? 1st Cit . First , you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people . 1. Cit . Resolved , resolved . COR . Your enigma ? d 423.
... speak . [ Several speaking at once . 1st Cit . You are all resolved rather to die than to famish ? 1st Cit . First , you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people . 1. Cit . Resolved , resolved . COR . Your enigma ? d 423.
424. oldal
... Marcius ? Cit . Against him first : he's a very dog to the commonalty . 2nd Cit . Consider you what services he has done for his country ? 1st Cit . Very well : and could be content to give him good report for ' t , but that he pays ...
... Marcius ? Cit . Against him first : he's a very dog to the commonalty . 2nd Cit . Consider you what services he has done for his country ? 1st Cit . Very well : and could be content to give him good report for ' t , but that he pays ...
425. oldal
... Marcius ! Enter CAIUS MARCIUS . Mar. Thanks . - What's the matter , you dis- sentious rogues , That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourselves scabs ? 1st Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good ...
... Marcius ! Enter CAIUS MARCIUS . Mar. Thanks . - What's the matter , you dis- sentious rogues , That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourselves scabs ? 1st Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good ...
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1st Cit Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Cominius Coriolanus Cres CYMBELINE dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour Iach Iago Kent King lady Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius matter ne'er never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisa POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'y thee pray Queen Re-enter Roman Rome Romeo Scene Serv Servant Shakspere shew soldier soul speak stand sweet sword tell Ther there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon to-night Troilus Tybalt villain What's wife word
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168. oldal - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty...
534. oldal - 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.
488. oldal - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
491. oldal - 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.
323. oldal - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
10. oldal - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
8. oldal - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing...
501. oldal - 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.
168. oldal - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
13. oldal - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...