The Tragedies of William Shakespeare: With Introd. Studies ...H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 547 oldal |
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379. oldal
... Edgar's rhymed soliloquy at the end of Act III , Scene vi , is not from Shakespeare's hand , and - perhaps with more probability that the last two lines of Act I , and the Fool's prophecy at the end of Act III , Scene ii , are additions ...
... Edgar's rhymed soliloquy at the end of Act III , Scene vi , is not from Shakespeare's hand , and - perhaps with more probability that the last two lines of Act I , and the Fool's prophecy at the end of Act III , Scene ii , are additions ...
382. oldal
... unfaltering fidelity of Kent , the championship of right by Edgar , the distracted yet exquisite loyalty of Lear's poor boy ' , and the very heart of Dante's Rose of the 6 Blessed ' in Cordelia's love . And as for Lear 382 KING LEAR.
... unfaltering fidelity of Kent , the championship of right by Edgar , the distracted yet exquisite loyalty of Lear's poor boy ' , and the very heart of Dante's Rose of the 6 Blessed ' in Cordelia's love . And as for Lear 382 KING LEAR.
383. oldal
... Edgar is her fellow worker for good . The play is much more than a drama which may be classed under the rubric La Famille ' . The whole of humanity , as far as it is here represented , is divided into the com- batants who take the side ...
... Edgar is her fellow worker for good . The play is much more than a drama which may be classed under the rubric La Famille ' . The whole of humanity , as far as it is here represented , is divided into the com- batants who take the side ...
384. oldal
... a century . He rectified what was wanting in the regularity and probability of the tale , he informs us , by running through the whole a love betwixt Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he 384 KING LEAR.
... a century . He rectified what was wanting in the regularity and probability of the tale , he informs us , by running through the whole a love betwixt Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he 384 KING LEAR.
385. oldal
With Introd. Studies ... William Shakespeare, Edward Dowden. Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he too was irregular , but Tate could not feel the heart- rending notes of Shakespeare's violin . It was in this version that ...
With Introd. Studies ... William Shakespeare, Edward Dowden. Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he too was irregular , but Tate could not feel the heart- rending notes of Shakespeare's violin . It was in this version that ...
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AARON ACHILLES AGAMEMNON AJAX ALCIBIADES Andronicus Antony APEMANTUS art thou AUFIDIUS BANQUO BENVOLIO blood BRABANTIO BRUTUS Cæsar CASCA CASSIUS CITIZEN CLOWN COMINIUS CORDELIA CORIOLANUS CRESSIDA daughter dead dear death DESDEMONA DIOMEDES doth EDGAR EDMUND Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear FLAVIUS fool FRIAR LAURENCE friends gentleman give GLOUCESTER gods GONERIL GUILDENSTERN HAMLET hand hath hear heart heaven Hector hither honour HORATIO IAGO JULIET KENT king LADY CAPULET LADY MACBETH LAERTES Lavinia LEAR look lord LUCIUS MACDUFF madam Marcius MENENIUS MERCUTIO murder night noble NURSE OPHELIA OTHELLO PANDARUS PARIS PATROCLUS play POLONIUS poor pray prithee QUEEN Re-enter REGAN RODERIGO Roman Rome ROMEO ROSENCRANTZ SATURNINUS SCENE SENATOR SERVANT SERVINGMAN Shakespeare SICINIUS soul speak stand sweet sword TAMORA tell thee There's THERSITES thine thing thou art thou hast TIMON TITUS Titus Andronicus TROILUS Tybalt ULYSSES villain VOLUMNIA word
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142. oldal - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. 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...
139. 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.
361. oldal - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
399. 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. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay...
198. oldal - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
142. oldal - 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.
142. oldal - 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, 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.
24. oldal - I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd...
101. oldal - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
142. oldal - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ; — What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.