The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, 6. kötet |
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21. oldal
... bring me hither . Flav . Yes , my lord . [ Aside ] . More jewels yet ! There is no crossing him in his humour ; Else I should tell him , -well , -i ' faith , I should , When all's spent , he'd be cross'd then , an he could . ' Tis pity ...
... bring me hither . Flav . Yes , my lord . [ Aside ] . More jewels yet ! There is no crossing him in his humour ; Else I should tell him , -well , -i ' faith , I should , When all's spent , he'd be cross'd then , an he could . ' Tis pity ...
49. oldal
... bring manslaughter into form , and set quarrelling Upon the head of valour ; which , indeed , 8 -setting his FAULT aside , ] Fault instead of fate is the substitu- tion of the Corr . fol . 1632. Pope made the same emendation . ' -MOV'D ...
... bring manslaughter into form , and set quarrelling Upon the head of valour ; which , indeed , 8 -setting his FAULT aside , ] Fault instead of fate is the substitu- tion of the Corr . fol . 1632. Pope made the same emendation . ' -MOV'D ...
50. oldal
... bring it into danger . If wrongs be evils , and enforce us kill , What folly ' tis to hazard life for ill ? Alcib . My lord , - • First Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear : To revenge is no valour , but to bear . Alcib . My ...
... bring it into danger . If wrongs be evils , and enforce us kill , What folly ' tis to hazard life for ill ? Alcib . My lord , - • First Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear : To revenge is no valour , but to bear . Alcib . My ...
55. oldal
... bring in all together . [ The banquet brought in . Second Lord . All covered dishes ! First Lord . Royal cheer , I warrant you . Third Lord . Doubt not that , if money and the season can yield it . First Lord . How do you ? What's the ...
... bring in all together . [ The banquet brought in . Second Lord . All covered dishes ! First Lord . Royal cheer , I warrant you . Third Lord . Doubt not that , if money and the season can yield it . First Lord . How do you ? What's the ...
60. oldal
... , put out all your hands . Not one word more : Thus part we rich in sorrow , parting poor . [ The Servants embrace , and part several ways . O , the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! 60 [ ACT IV . Timon of Athens .
... , put out all your hands . Not one word more : Thus part we rich in sorrow , parting poor . [ The Servants embrace , and part several ways . O , the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! 60 [ ACT IV . Timon of Athens .
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4tos Alcib Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo better blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Cordelia Corn Corr daughter dead dear death dost thou doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fellow Flav Fleance folio Fool Fortinbras fortune friends Gent Ghost give Gloster gods grief GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio Julius Cæsar Kent king knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear look LUCILIUS Lucius Lucullus Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam Mark Antony Messala night noble old copies Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pr'ythee pray Queen Re-enter Regan Rosse SCENE Second Cit Second Lord Serv Servant sleep soul speak stand sword tell thane thee There's thine things thou art thou hast Timon Titinius to-night villain Witch word
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25. oldal - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
61. oldal - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
70. oldal - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
69. oldal - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
55. oldal - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead , to live all...
58. oldal - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
22. oldal - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
63. 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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
11. 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
60. oldal - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!