The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 oldal |
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... gone , All will be naught else . [ away , 2 Sen. Get you gone . From whence criminals were thrown , and dashed to pieces . Cor . Stand fast ; We have as many friends Scene I. 15 CORIOLANUS .
... gone , All will be naught else . [ away , 2 Sen. Get you gone . From whence criminals were thrown , and dashed to pieces . Cor . Stand fast ; We have as many friends Scene I. 15 CORIOLANUS .
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... gone , ' beseech Com . Come , Sir , along with us . Cor . I would they were barbarians , ( as they are , Though in Rome litter'd , ) not Romans , ( as they are not , Though calv'd i'the porch o'the Capitol , ) — Men . Be gone ; Put not ...
... gone , ' beseech Com . Come , Sir , along with us . Cor . I would they were barbarians , ( as they are , Though in Rome litter'd , ) not Romans , ( as they are not , Though calv'd i'the porch o'the Capitol , ) — Men . Be gone ; Put not ...
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... gone , is gone ! Cit . Our enemy's banish'd ! he is gone ! Hoo ! hoo ! [ The people shout and throw up their Caps . Sic . Go , see him out at gates , and follow him ! As he hath follow'd you , with all despite : Give him deserv'd ...
... gone , is gone ! Cit . Our enemy's banish'd ! he is gone ! Hoo ! hoo ! [ The people shout and throw up their Caps . Sic . Go , see him out at gates , and follow him ! As he hath follow'd you , with all despite : Give him deserv'd ...
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... gone ? [ To BRUTUS . Vir . You shall stay too ; [ To SICIN . ] I would I had the power To say so to my husband . Sic . Are you mankind ? Vol . Ay , fool ; is that a shame ? —Note but this fool.- Was not a man my father ? Hadst thou ...
... gone ? [ To BRUTUS . Vir . You shall stay too ; [ To SICIN . ] I would I had the power To say so to my husband . Sic . Are you mankind ? Vol . Ay , fool ; is that a shame ? —Note but this fool.- Was not a man my father ? Hadst thou ...
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... gone : Why dost thou stay ? Luc . To know my errand , madam . Por . I would have had thee there , and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.- O constancy , be strong upon my side ! Set a huge mountain ' tween my ...
... gone : Why dost thou stay ? Luc . To know my errand , madam . Por . I would have had thee there , and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.- O constancy , be strong upon my side ! Set a huge mountain ' tween my ...
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210. oldal - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
325. oldal - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
242. oldal - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
186. oldal - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
44. oldal - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts; 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...
211. oldal - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
60. 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.
200. oldal - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
355. oldal - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
240. oldal - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.