The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles |
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228. oldal
Post . She holds her virtue still , and I my miod . lach . You must not so far prefer
ler ' fore ours of Italy . Post . Being so far provoked as I was in France , I would
abate her nothing ; though I profess myself her adorer , not her friend " . lach . As
fair ...
Post . She holds her virtue still , and I my miod . lach . You must not so far prefer
ler ' fore ours of Italy . Post . Being so far provoked as I was in France , I would
abate her nothing ; though I profess myself her adorer , not her friend " . lach . As
fair ...
229. oldal
Post . Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier , to convince * the
honour of my mistress ; if , in the holding or loss of that , you term her frail . I do
nothing doubt , you have store of thieves ; not . withstanding , I fear not my ring .
Phi .
Post . Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier , to convince * the
honour of my mistress ; if , in the holding or loss of that , you term her frail . I do
nothing doubt , you have store of thieves ; not . withstanding , I fear not my ring .
Phi .
252. oldal
Post . The swiftest harts have posted you by land : And winds of all the corners
kiss ' d your sails , To make your vessel nimble , | Phi . Welcome , sir . Post . I
hope , the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return . Iach .
Post . The swiftest harts have posted you by land : And winds of all the corners
kiss ' d your sails , To make your vessel nimble , | Phi . Welcome , sir . Post . I
hope , the briefness of your answer made The speediness of your return . Iach .
256. oldal
Post . Ay , and it doth confirm Another stain , as big as hell can hold , Were there
no more but it . - lach . Will you bear more ! Post . Spare your arithmetick : never
count the turns ; Once , and a million ! Iach . I ' ll be sworn , Post . No swearing .
Post . Ay , and it doth confirm Another stain , as big as hell can hold , Were there
no more but it . - lach . Will you bear more ! Post . Spare your arithmetick : never
count the turns ; Once , and a million ! Iach . I ' ll be sworn , Post . No swearing .
315. oldal
Post . Over - roasted rather : ready long ago . Gaol . Hanging is the word , sir ; if
you be ready for that , you are well cooked . Post . So , if I prove a good repast to
the spectators , the dish pays the shot . Gaol . A heavy reckoning for you , sir : But
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Post . Over - roasted rather : ready long ago . Gaol . Hanging is the word , sir ; if
you be ready for that , you are well cooked . Post . So , if I prove a good repast to
the spectators , the dish pays the shot . Gaol . A heavy reckoning for you , sir : But
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Antony arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius cause Char Cleo Cleopatra comes daughter dead dear death deed doth emperor Enter Erit Eros Exeunt eyes face fall father fear follow fortune friends give gods gone hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Italy keep king lady Lavinia leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus Mark master mean mistress nature never night noble o'the peace Pericles poor Post pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE Sold soldier sons speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought Titus tongue true worthy
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119. oldal - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
51. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
64. oldal - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
70. 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.
54. 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...
12. oldal - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
55. 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.
186. oldal - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
63. oldal - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru.
334. oldal - No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles 7. kötet/The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Kiadó | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Eredeti forrása | Harvard Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2008. febr. 25. |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |