The Works of William Shakespeare, 5. kötetE. Moxon, 1857 |
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6. oldal
... sleep in peace , slain in your country's wars ! O sacred receptacle of my joys , Sweet cell of virtue and nobility , How many sons of mine hast thou in store , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us the proudest prisoner ...
... sleep in peace , slain in your country's wars ! O sacred receptacle of my joys , Sweet cell of virtue and nobility , How many sons of mine hast thou in store , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us the proudest prisoner ...
7. oldal
... grow no damnèd grudges ; here are ( 6 ) no storms , No noise , but silence and eternal sleep : Enter LAVINIA . In peace and honour rest you here , my sons ! Lav . In peace and honour live Lord Titus long SCENE 1. ] 7 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... grow no damnèd grudges ; here are ( 6 ) no storms , No noise , but silence and eternal sleep : Enter LAVINIA . In peace and honour rest you here , my sons ! Lav . In peace and honour live Lord Titus long SCENE 1. ] 7 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
8. oldal
... sleep in fame ! Fair lords , your fortunes are alike in all , That in your country's service drew your swords : But safer triumph is this funeral pomp , That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness , And triumphs over chance in honour's bed ...
... sleep in fame ! Fair lords , your fortunes are alike in all , That in your country's service drew your swords : But safer triumph is this funeral pomp , That hath aspir'd to Solon's happiness , And triumphs over chance in honour's bed ...
21. oldal
... sleep this night , But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd . Horns wind a peal . Enter SATURNINUS , Tamora , Bassianus , LAVINIA , DEMETRIUS , CHIRON , and Attendants . Many good morrows to your majesty ; - Madam , to you as many and ...
... sleep this night , But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd . Horns wind a peal . Enter SATURNINUS , Tamora , Bassianus , LAVINIA , DEMETRIUS , CHIRON , and Attendants . Many good morrows to your majesty ; - Madam , to you as many and ...
27. oldal
... sleep awhile . [ Falls into the pit . Quin . What , art thou fall'n ? -What subtle hole is this , Whose mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briers , Upon whose leaves are drops of new - shed blood As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on ...
... sleep awhile . [ Falls into the pit . Quin . What , art thou fall'n ? -What subtle hole is this , Whose mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briers , Upon whose leaves are drops of new - shed blood As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on ...
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Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Capulet Casca Cassius Collier's Cordelia Corrector daughter dead dear death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Flav Fleance folio.-The Fool friends give Gloster gods Goths grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Juliet Kent king Lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear look lord Lucilius Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marc Marcus Mark Antony murder night noble Nurse old eds Polonius pray quartos Queen Re-enter reading Rome Romeo Saturninus SCENE second folio Servant Shakespeare shalt sleep soul speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue Tybalt villain wilt Witch word
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529. oldal - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
519. oldal - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
339. oldal - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
573. oldal - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
334. oldal - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
394. oldal - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
347. oldal - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ;— For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
336. oldal - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
513. oldal - For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ, I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative...
506. oldal - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.