The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, 8. kötetF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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141. oldal
... Goths . " Whatever were the motives of Heming and Condell for ad- mitting this tragedy among those of Shakspeare , all it has gained by their favour is , to be delivered down to posterity with repeated remarks of contempt , -a Thersites ...
... Goths . " Whatever were the motives of Heming and Condell for ad- mitting this tragedy among those of Shakspeare , all it has gained by their favour is , to be delivered down to posterity with repeated remarks of contempt , -a Thersites ...
144. oldal
... Goths and Romans . Tamora , Queen of the Goths . Lavinia , Daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a black Child . Kinsmen of Titus , Senators , Tribunes , Officers , Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE , Rome ; and the Country near ...
... Goths and Romans . Tamora , Queen of the Goths . Lavinia , Daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a black Child . Kinsmen of Titus , Senators , Tribunes , Officers , Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE , Rome ; and the Country near ...
146. oldal
... Goths ; That , with his sons , a terror to our foes , Hath yok'd a nation strong , train'd up in arms . Ten years are spent , since first he undertook This cause of Rome , and chastised with arms Our enemies ' pride : Five times he hath ...
... Goths ; That , with his sons , a terror to our foes , Hath yok'd a nation strong , train'd up in arms . Ten years are spent , since first he undertook This cause of Rome , and chastised with arms Our enemies ' pride : Five times he hath ...
148. oldal
... Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People , fol- lowing . The Bearers set down the Coffin , and TI- Tus speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark , that hath discharg'd her fraught , Returns with ...
... Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People , fol- lowing . The Bearers set down the Coffin , and TI- Tus speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark , that hath discharg'd her fraught , Returns with ...
149. oldal
... Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and , on a pile , Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh , Before this earthly prison of their bones ; That so the shadows be not unappeas'd , Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth . * Tit . I give ...
... Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and , on a pile , Ad manes fratrum sacrifice his flesh , Before this earthly prison of their bones ; That so the shadows be not unappeas'd , Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth . * Tit . I give ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd BELARIUS better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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408. 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 mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
451. oldal - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
457. oldal - We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll...
65. oldal - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
355. oldal - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between son and father.
451. oldal - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man, Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For as I am a man I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
470. oldal - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
137. oldal - To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.
438. oldal - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
356. oldal - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...