The Plays of Shakspeare, 17. kötetDoubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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68. oldal
... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils , -full , all over , generally — Ajax . Thersites ! Ther . And those boils not the general run then core ? — Ajax . Dog ! did run -Say so , -did were not that a botchy Ther . Then would come some ...
... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils , -full , all over , generally — Ajax . Thersites ! Ther . And those boils not the general run then core ? — Ajax . Dog ! did run -Say so , -did were not that a botchy Ther . Then would come some ...
69. oldal
... Ther . I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holi- ness : but , I think , thy horse will sooner con an oration than ... Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation ! Ther . Thou art proclaimed ...
... Ther . I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holi- ness : but , I think , thy horse will sooner con an oration than ... Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation ! Ther . Thou art proclaimed ...
70. oldal
... Ther . He would pun thee into shivers with his fist , as a sailor breaks a biscuit . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast ...
... Ther . He would pun thee into shivers with his fist , as a sailor breaks a biscuit . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast ...
71. oldal
... Ther . Nay , look upon him . Achil . So I do : what's the matter ? Ther . Nay , but regard him well . Achil . Well ! why , so I do . Ther . But yet you look not well upon him ; for whosoever you take him to be , he is Ajax . Achil . I ...
... Ther . Nay , look upon him . Achil . So I do : what's the matter ? Ther . Nay , but regard him well . Achil . Well ! why , so I do . Ther . But yet you look not well upon him ; for whosoever you take him to be , he is Ajax . Achil . I ...
72. oldal
... Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not he there ; that he , look you , there . Ajax . O thou damned cur ! I shall― Achil . Will you set your wit to a fool's ? Ther . No , I warrant you ; for a fool's will Shame ...
... Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not he there ; that he , look you , there . Ajax . O thou damned cur ! I shall― Achil . Will you set your wit to a fool's ? Ther . No , I warrant you ; for a fool's will Shame ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Antenor Antium arms Aufidius banished bear Benoît de Sainte-Maure beseech blood brave BRUTUS Caius Marcius Calchas Citizens Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Cres deeds DEIPHOBUS Diomed DIOMEDES doth Edile enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods Grecian Greek hath hear heart heavens Hect Hector Helen honour kiss lady Lart look lord matter Menelaus Menenius mother Nest Nestor noble Pandarus Paris Patr patricians Patroclus peace pr'ythee praise pray Priam pride prince proud Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senate Serv Shakespeare SICINIUS soldier speak stand sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thing thou art thou hast TITUS LARTIUS tribunes TROILUS AND CRESSIDA Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss valiant Virgilia voices Volsces Volscians VOLUMNIA what's wife word worthy
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171. oldal - If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself, This is not she. O madness of discourse, That cause sets up with and against itself ! Bi-fold authority ! where reason can revolt Without perdition, and loss assume all reason Without revolt : this is, and is not, Cressid...
55. 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 fixure ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
14. oldal - I'll speak a little. [He /wlds VOLUMNIA by the hand, silent. Cor. O mother, mother ! What have you done ? Behold ! the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother ! mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O ! believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
104. oldal - Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers : I fear it much ; and I do fear besides, That I shall lose distinction in my joys ; As doth a battle, when they charge on heaps The enemy flying.
147. 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.
28. oldal - To things not glorious, men not worthy of fame. They err, who count it glorious to subdue By conquest far and wide, to overrun Large countries, and in fields great battles win, Great cities by assault : what do these worthies, But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote, Made captive, yet deserving freedom...
56. oldal - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities. Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenity 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...
55. oldal - And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, 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?
119. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
29. oldal - Violent or shameful death their due reward. But, if there be in glory aught of good, It may by means far different be attained, Without ambition, war, or violence ; By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent, By patience, temperance.