Shakespere's Works, 8. kötetD. Appleton, 1897 |
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6. oldal
... fool to stay behind her father : let her to the Greeks ; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her . For my part ... Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair 6 Аст І TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
... fool to stay behind her father : let her to the Greeks ; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her . For my part ... Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair 6 Аст І TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
7. oldal
William Shakespeare. Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods ! how do you ...
William Shakespeare. Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods ! how do you ...
15. oldal
... fools , dolts ! chaff and bran , chaff and bran ! porridge after meat ! I could live and die i ' the eyes of Troilus . Ne'er look , ne'er look ; the eagles are gone : crows and daws , crows and daws ! I had rather be such a man as ...
... fools , dolts ! chaff and bran , chaff and bran ! porridge after meat ! I could live and die i ' the eyes of Troilus . Ne'er look , ne'er look ; the eagles are gone : crows and daws , crows and daws ! I had rather be such a man as ...
17. oldal
... fool , the artist and unread , The hard and soft , seem all affin'd and kin : But , in the wind and tempest of her frown , Distinction , with a broad and powerful fan , Puffing at all , winnows the light away ; And what hath mass or ...
... fool , the artist and unread , The hard and soft , seem all affin'd and kin : But , in the wind and tempest of her frown , Distinction , with a broad and powerful fan , Puffing at all , winnows the light away ; And what hath mass or ...
29. oldal
... fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porpentine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would thou didst itch from head to foot , and I had the scratching of thee ; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece . When thou art forth in the ...
... fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porpentine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would thou didst itch from head to foot , and I had the scratching of thee ; I would make thee the loathsomest scab in Greece . When thou art forth in the ...
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Aaron Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Antenor Antium Aufidius Bassianus blood brother Caius Marcius Calchas CHIRON Citizens COMINIUS consul Coriolanus Corioli Cres Cressid death deeds Deiphobus DEMETRIUS Diomed DIOMEDES dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends give gods Goths Grecian Greeks hand Hark hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus honour kiss lady Lart LARTIUS Lavinia lord Lucius Marc Menelaus MENENIUS mother Nest Nestor noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Second Cit Senators sons speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thine Third Serv thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribunes Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss voices Volsces Volscian what's word
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19. oldal - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander. What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
63. 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 : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
190. oldal - You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, — I banish you ; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts ! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes.
20. 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! Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into...
221. oldal - Which can make gods forsworn ? I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod : and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.
19. oldal - 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...
63. oldal - Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. 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...