Shakespere's Works, 8. kötetD. Appleton, 1897 |
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8. oldal
... no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of , nor any man an attaint but he carries some stain of it . He is melancholy without cause , and merry against : the hair he hath the joints of every thing 8 Аст І TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
... no man hath a virtue that he hath not a glimpse of , nor any man an attaint but he carries some stain of it . He is melancholy without cause , and merry against : the hair he hath the joints of every thing 8 Аст І TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
9. oldal
William Shakespeare. : the hair he hath the joints of every thing , but every thing so out of joint that he is a gouty Briareus , many hands and no use ; or purblind Argus , all eyes and no sight . Cres . But how should this man , that ...
William Shakespeare. : the hair he hath the joints of every thing , but every thing so out of joint that he is a gouty Briareus , many hands and no use ; or purblind Argus , all eyes and no sight . Cres . But how should this man , that ...
13. oldal
... thing yesterday ; think on ' t . Cres . So I do . Pan . I'll be sworn ' tis true : he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in April . Shall Cres . And I'll spring up in his tears , an ' twere a nettle against May . A retreat sounded ...
... thing yesterday ; think on ' t . Cres . So I do . Pan . I'll be sworn ' tis true : he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in April . Shall Cres . And I'll spring up in his tears , an ' twere a nettle against May . A retreat sounded ...
14. oldal
... thing , he cares not ; an the devil come to him , it's all one : by God's lid , it does one's heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Paris . PARIS passes over . Look ye yonder , niece ; is ' t not a gallant man too , is ' t not ...
... thing , he cares not ; an the devil come to him , it's all one : by God's lid , it does one's heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Paris . PARIS passes over . Look ye yonder , niece ; is ' t not a gallant man too , is ' t not ...
16. oldal
... Things won are done ; joy's soul lies in the doing : That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this : Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : That she was never yet that ever knew Love got so sweet as when desire did sue ...
... Things won are done ; joy's soul lies in the doing : That she belov'd knows nought that knows not this : Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : That she was never yet that ever knew Love got so sweet as when desire did sue ...
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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...