The Plays of Shakspeare, 17. kötetDoubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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57. oldal
... keeps Troy on foot , Not her own sinews . To end a tale of length , Troy in our weakness stands , not in her strength . Nest . Most wisely hath Ulysses here discovered The fever whereof all our power is sick . 57 Agam . The nature of ...
... keeps Troy on foot , Not her own sinews . To end a tale of length , Troy in our weakness stands , not in her strength . Nest . Most wisely hath Ulysses here discovered The fever whereof all our power is sick . 57 Agam . The nature of ...
59. oldal
... keeps his tent like him ; Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war , Bold as an oracle ; and sets Thersites- A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint— To match us in comparisons with dirt , To weaken and discredit our ...
... keeps his tent like him ; Makes factious feasts ; rails on our state of war , Bold as an oracle ; and sets Thersites- A slave whose gall coins slanders like a mint— To match us in comparisons with dirt , To weaken and discredit our ...
73. oldal
... keep where there is wit stirring , and leave the faction of fools . Patr . A good riddance . [ Exit . Achil . Marry , this , sir , is proclaimed through all our host : - That Hector , by the fifth hour of the sun , Will , with a trumpet ...
... keep where there is wit stirring , and leave the faction of fools . Patr . A good riddance . [ Exit . Achil . Marry , this , sir , is proclaimed through all our host : - That Hector , by the fifth hour of the sun , Will , with a trumpet ...
78. oldal
... keep we her the Grecians keep our aunt . Is she worth keeping ? why , she is a pearl , Whose price hath launched above a thousand ships , And turned crowned kings to merchants . If As you I'll avouch ' t was wisdom Paris went- you must ...
... keep we her the Grecians keep our aunt . Is she worth keeping ? why , she is a pearl , Whose price hath launched above a thousand ships , And turned crowned kings to merchants . If As you I'll avouch ' t was wisdom Paris went- you must ...
81. oldal
... keeping her . What treason were it to the ransacked queen , Disgrace to your great worths , and shame to me , Now to deliver her possession up , On terms of base compulsion ? Can it be , That so degenerate a strain as this 81 Should ...
... keeping her . What treason were it to the ransacked queen , Disgrace to your great worths , and shame to me , Now to deliver her possession up , On terms of base compulsion ? Can it be , That so degenerate a strain as this 81 Should ...
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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.