The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, 2. kötetGeorge Dearborn, 1836 |
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6. oldal
... Rome ; * What's past , and what's to come , she can descry . -1 You are as ignorant in the true movings of my muse as the astronomers are in the true morings of Mars , which to this day they could never attain to . Ga- briel Harvey's ...
... Rome ; * What's past , and what's to come , she can descry . -1 You are as ignorant in the true movings of my muse as the astronomers are in the true morings of Mars , which to this day they could never attain to . Ga- briel Harvey's ...
14. oldal
... Rome shall remedy . War . 2 Roam thither then Som . My lord , it were your duty to forbear . War . Ay , see the bishop be not overborne . Som . Methinks , my lord should be religious , And know the office that belongs to such . War ...
... Rome shall remedy . War . 2 Roam thither then Som . My lord , it were your duty to forbear . War . Ay , see the bishop be not overborne . Som . Methinks , my lord should be religious , And know the office that belongs to such . War ...
33. oldal
... Rome , * And set the triple crown upon his head ; * That were a state fit for his holiness . Suff . Madam , be patient ; as I was cause Your highness came to England , so will I " In England work your grace's full content . To give his ...
... Rome , * And set the triple crown upon his head ; * That were a state fit for his holiness . Suff . Madam , be patient ; as I was cause Your highness came to England , so will I " In England work your grace's full content . To give his ...
134. oldal
... Rome , the nurse of judg- ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this good man , This just and learned priest , Cardinal Campeius ; Whom , once more , I present unto your highness . K. Hen . And ...
... Rome , the nurse of judg- ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this good man , This just and learned priest , Cardinal Campeius ; Whom , once more , I present unto your highness . K. Hen . And ...
135. oldal
... Rome is read , Let silence be commanded . K. Hen . What's the need ? It hath already publicly been read , And on all sides the authority allow'd ; You may then spare that time . Wol . Scribe , Say , Henry king of England , come into the ...
... Rome is read , Let silence be commanded . K. Hen . What's the need ? It hath already publicly been read , And on all sides the authority allow'd ; You may then spare that time . Wol . Scribe , Say , Henry king of England , come into the ...
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161. 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.
174. oldal - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, 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, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...
209. oldal - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
263. oldal - 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. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
161. oldal - 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.
69. oldal - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
307. oldal - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar...
263. oldal - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
264. oldal - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
143. oldal - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.