Shakespeare's Troilvs and CressidaJ. M. Dent, 1896 - 178 oldal |
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35. oldal
... hard knots : the seeded pride That hath to this maturity blown up In rank Achilles must or now be cropp'd , Or , shedding , breed a nursery of like evil , 310 Nest . To overbulk us all . Well , and 35 Troilus and Cressida Act I. Sc . iii .
... hard knots : the seeded pride That hath to this maturity blown up In rank Achilles must or now be cropp'd , Or , shedding , breed a nursery of like evil , 310 Nest . To overbulk us all . Well , and 35 Troilus and Cressida Act I. Sc . iii .
38. oldal
... pride and salt scorn of his eyes , Should he ' scape Hector fair : if he were foil'd , Why then , we did our main opinion crush In taint of our best man . No , make a lottery ; And by device let blockish Ajax draw The sort to fight with ...
... pride and salt scorn of his eyes , Should he ' scape Hector fair : if he were foil'd , Why then , we did our main opinion crush In taint of our best man . No , make a lottery ; And by device let blockish Ajax draw The sort to fight with ...
58. oldal
... pride : but why , why ? let him show us the cause . A word , my lord . [ Takes Agamemnon aside . Nest . What moves Ajax thus to bay at him ? Ulyss . Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him . Nest . Who , Thersites ? 100 Ulyss . He ...
... pride : but why , why ? let him show us the cause . A word , my lord . [ Takes Agamemnon aside . Nest . What moves Ajax thus to bay at him ? Ulyss . Achilles hath inveigled his fool from him . Nest . Who , Thersites ? 100 Ulyss . He ...
61. oldal
... pride grow ? I know not what pride is . Agam . Your mind is the clearer , Ajax , and your virtues the fairer . He that is proud eats up himself : pride is his own glass , his own trumpet , his own chronicle ; and whatever praises itself ...
... pride grow ? I know not what pride is . Agam . Your mind is the clearer , Ajax , and your virtues the fairer . He that is proud eats up himself : pride is his own glass , his own trumpet , his own chronicle ; and whatever praises itself ...
62. oldal
... pride That quarrels at self - breath : imagined worth Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse That ' twixt his mental and his active parts Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages And batters down himself : what should I say ? He ...
... pride That quarrels at self - breath : imagined worth Holds in his blood such swoln and hot discourse That ' twixt his mental and his active parts Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages And batters down himself : what should I say ? He ...
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Agam Agamemnon Ajax Antenor arms art thou bastard behold blood brave brother Troilus Calchas call'd Cassandra Collier comedy conj cousin Cres dear deeds Deiphobus Diomed Diomedes doth Eneas Enter Achilles Enter Pandarus Enter Troilus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell fear fight fool give gods Grecian camp Greekish Greeks hair hand Hark hast hath heart heavens Hect Hector Hecuba Helen Helen loves Histriomastix honour Jove kiss lady look Lord Æneas Menelaus Myrmidons Neoptolemus Nest Nestor night Paris Patr Patroclus play praise pray Priam pride Prol proud quarto Re-enter Scene Shakespeare's shame soul speak stand sweet lord sweet queen sword tarry tell tent thee Theobald Ther there's Thersites thing thou art Timbria to-day to-morrow Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss uncle valiant vows what's the matter whore word yonder ΙΟ
Népszerű szakaszok
27. oldal - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
91. oldal - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
26. oldal - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
90. oldal - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
26. oldal - When that the general is not like the hive 8 1 To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office and custom, in all line of order...
90. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
118. oldal - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
viii. oldal - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
91. oldal - Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive And case thy reputation in thy tent...
92. oldal - Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with whom relation § Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Which hath an operation more divine, Than breath, or pen, can give expressure to...