King Henry VIII ; Coriolanus ; Julius Caesar ; Antony and CleopatraMunroe & Frances, 1803 |
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9 psl.
... master , till the last Made former wonders it's [ 2 ] To - day , the French , All clinquant , [ 3 ] all in gold , like heathen gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer ftill feeling the impreffion as if it were hourly renewed ...
... master , till the last Made former wonders it's [ 2 ] To - day , the French , All clinquant , [ 3 ] all in gold , like heathen gods , [ 1 ] An admirer untired ; an admirer ftill feeling the impreffion as if it were hourly renewed ...
78 psl.
... master O'the rolls , and the king's fecretary ; further , fir , Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments , ( 7 ) With which the time will load him . The archbishop ( 4 ) Primero and Primavifta , two games at cards , H. I. Primera ...
... master O'the rolls , and the king's fecretary ; further , fir , Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments , ( 7 ) With which the time will load him . The archbishop ( 4 ) Primero and Primavifta , two games at cards , H. I. Primera ...
87 psl.
... master . Cham . This is the king's ring . Sur . " Tis no counterfeit . Suf . ' Tis the right ring , by heaven : I told ye all , When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling , ' Twould fall upon ourselves . Nor . Do you think , my ...
... master . Cham . This is the king's ring . Sur . " Tis no counterfeit . Suf . ' Tis the right ring , by heaven : I told ye all , When we first put this dangerous stone a rolling , ' Twould fall upon ourselves . Nor . Do you think , my ...
89 psl.
... master porter , I belong to the larder . Port . Belong to the gallows , and be hang'd , you rogue . Is this a place to roar in ? -Fetch me a dozen crab - tree ftaves , and ftrong ones ; these are but switches to ' em.- I'll scratch your ...
... master porter , I belong to the larder . Port . Belong to the gallows , and be hang'd , you rogue . Is this a place to roar in ? -Fetch me a dozen crab - tree ftaves , and ftrong ones ; these are but switches to ' em.- I'll scratch your ...
65 psl.
... masters , and my common friends- Sic . He's fentenc'd : no more hearing . Com . Let me speak : I have been conful , and can fhew from Rome , Her enemies ' marks upon me . I do love My country's good , with a respect more tender , More ...
... masters , and my common friends- Sic . He's fentenc'd : no more hearing . Com . Let me speak : I have been conful , and can fhew from Rome , Her enemies ' marks upon me . I do love My country's good , with a respect more tender , More ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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Populiarios ištraukos
47 psl. - 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. 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.
43 psl. - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
67 psl. - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
39 psl. - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
44 psl. - 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, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
10 psl. - 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
67 psl. - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
71 psl. - Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life, I found no man but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So fare you well at once; for Brutus...
44 psl. - 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.
48 psl. - 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.