Works, 4. kötetG. Routledge, 1874 |
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27. oldal
... never tasted Timon in my life , For mine own part , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made ...
... never tasted Timon in my life , For mine own part , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made ...
44. oldal
... never see thee more . ALCIB . I never did thee harm . TIM . Yes , thou spok'st well of me . ALCIB . TIM . Men daily find it . Get thec away , And take thy beagles with thec . ALCIB . Call'st thou that harm ? We but offend him.- [ Drum ...
... never see thee more . ALCIB . I never did thee harm . TIM . Yes , thou spok'st well of me . ALCIB . TIM . Men daily find it . Get thec away , And take thy beagles with thec . ALCIB . Call'st thou that harm ? We but offend him.- [ Drum ...
46. oldal
... never complete ; The other , at high wish : best state , contentless , Hath a distracted and most wretched being , Worse than the worst , content . Thou shouldst desire to die , being miserable . TIM . Not by his breath that is more ...
... never complete ; The other , at high wish : best state , contentless , Hath a distracted and most wretched being , Worse than the worst , content . Thou shouldst desire to die , being miserable . TIM . Not by his breath that is more ...
47. oldal
... never knewest , but the extremity of both ends . When thou wast in thy gilt and thy per- fume , they mocked thee for too much curiosity ; in thy rags thou knowest none , but art despised for the contrary . There's a medlar for thee ...
... never knewest , but the extremity of both ends . When thou wast in thy gilt and thy per- fume , they mocked thee for too much curiosity ; in thy rags thou knowest none , but art despised for the contrary . There's a medlar for thee ...
78. oldal
... never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Didst thou not kill this king ? GLO . I grant ye . ANNE . Dost grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ...
... never dreamt on aught but butcheries : Didst thou not kill this king ? GLO . I grant ye . ANNE . Dost grant me , hedge - hog ? then , God grant me too , Thou mayst be damned for that wicked deed ! O , he was gentle , mild , and virtuous ...
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ALCIB Alcibiades Angelo ANNE APEM Apemantus ARIEL bear beseech blood brother BUCK Buckingham Caliban cardinal Catesby CHAM Clarence Claudio Cloten Collier's annotator Cymbeline dead death Dorset dost doth DUCH DUKE ELIZ Enter ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FLAV folio folio omits folio reads fool friar friends GENT gentleman give grace GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven hither honour IACH Imogen ISAB KATH king king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LUCIO madam master Measure for Measure MIRA mistress MURD never noble NORF Old text Pisanio poet Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prospero PROV Provost quartos queen Re-enter RICH Richard SCENE Shakespeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet Sycorax tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art Timon unto word
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312. oldal - 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!
491. oldal - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
186. oldal - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd...
162. oldal - For hateful deeds committed by myself. 1 am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree: Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty! Guilty!
72. oldal - Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
41. oldal - 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; this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again.
93. oldal - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
202. oldal - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
203. oldal - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
311. oldal - s dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell : And. — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.