The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, 23. rész,8. kötet |
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46. oldal
... death , let not that part of nature Which my lord paid for , be of any power To expel sickness , but prolong his hour ?! [ Exit . 5 One of the punishments invented for the covetous and ava- ricious in hell of old was to have melted gold ...
... death , let not that part of nature Which my lord paid for , be of any power To expel sickness , but prolong his hour ?! [ Exit . 5 One of the punishments invented for the covetous and ava- ricious in hell of old was to have melted gold ...
59. oldal
... death , He did oppose his foe : And with such sober and unnoted passion He did behave his anger , ere ' twas spent , As if he had but prov'd an argument . Ii.e. putting this action of his , which was predetermined by fate , out of the ...
... death , He did oppose his foe : And with such sober and unnoted passion He did behave his anger , ere ' twas spent , As if he had but prov'd an argument . Ii.e. putting this action of his , which was predetermined by fate , out of the ...
91. oldal
... death in me at others ' lives may laugh . O thou sweet king - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the gold . ' Twixt natural son and sire 54 ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young , fresh ...
... death in me at others ' lives may laugh . O thou sweet king - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the gold . ' Twixt natural son and sire 54 ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young , fresh ...
108. oldal
... death , their gain ! Sun , hide thy beams ! Timon hath done his reign . [ Exit TIMON . 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature . 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return , And strain what other means is left unto ...
... death , their gain ! Sun , hide thy beams ! Timon hath done his reign . [ Exit TIMON . 1 Sen. His discontents are unremoveably Coupled to nature . 2 Sen. Our hope in him is dead : let us return , And strain what other means is left unto ...
111. oldal
... death ( If thy revenges hunger for that food , Which nature loathes ) , take thou the destin'd tenth ; And by the hazard of the spotted die , Let die the spotted . 1 Sen. All have not offended : For those that were , it is not square7 ...
... death ( If thy revenges hunger for that food , Which nature loathes ) , take thou the destin'd tenth ; And by the hazard of the spotted die , Let die the spotted . 1 Sen. All have not offended : For those that were , it is not square7 ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antium Antony and Cleopatra Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus death Decius dost doth enemy ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fear Flav follow fool fortune friends give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour i'the Iras Julius Cæsar King Henry lady Lart Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means Menenius Mess ne'er never noble o'the Octavia old copy reads Othello passage peace Plutarch poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's soldier speak Steevens sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Troilus and Cressida unto VIII Volces VOLUMNIA word worthy
Népszerű szakaszok
341. 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...
377. oldal - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
281. oldal - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
353. oldal - Sheath your dagger : Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger, as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
336. 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all; all honourable men), Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend,...
351. oldal - 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.
335. oldal - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
527. 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...
339. 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...
313. oldal - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.