The Works of Shakespeare, 8. kötetMacmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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326. oldal
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild - cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery ...
... Emil . You have little cause to say so . Iago . Come on , come on ; you are pictures out of doors , Bells in your parlours , wild - cats in your kitchens , Saints in your injuries , devils being offended , Players in your housewifery ...
327. oldal
... Emil . How if fair and foolish ? Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i ' the alehouse . What miserable praise 140 hast thou ...
... Emil . How if fair and foolish ? Iago . She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . Des . These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i ' the alehouse . What miserable praise 140 hast thou ...
348. oldal
... Emil . Good morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will sure be well . The general and his wife are talking of it ; And she speaks for you stoutly : the Moor replies , That he you hurt is of great fame in ...
... Emil . Good morrow , good lieutenant : I am sorry For your displeasure ; but all will sure be well . The general and his wife are talking of it ; And she speaks for you stoutly : the Moor replies , That he you hurt is of great fame in ...
349. oldal
... Emil . Pray you , come in : I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely . Cas . I am much bound to you . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . A room in the castle . Enter OTHELLO , IAGO , and Gentlemen . Oth . These letters ...
... Emil . Pray you , come in : I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely . Cas . I am much bound to you . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . A room in the castle . Enter OTHELLO , IAGO , and Gentlemen . Oth . These letters ...
350. oldal
... , at a distance . Emil . Madam , here comes my lord . ΙΟ 20 23. watch him tame , keep him awake till he is tame ( as was done with hawks ) . Cas . Madam , I'll take my leave . Des 350 Othello , the Moor of Venice ACT III.
... , at a distance . Emil . Madam , here comes my lord . ΙΟ 20 23. watch him tame , keep him awake till he is tame ( as was done with hawks ) . Cas . Madam , I'll take my leave . Des 350 Othello , the Moor of Venice ACT III.
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279. oldal - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
96. oldal - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
215. 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.
77. oldal - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
26. oldal - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, " Brutus " will start a spirit as soon as
74. oldal - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) 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.
79. oldal - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
204. oldal - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
75. oldal - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
78. oldal - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.