The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere: Tragedies, vol. 2. Troilus and Cressida. Cymbeline. Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Titus Andronicus. PericlesC. Knight, 1852 |
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... queen , With wanton Paris sleeps , -and that ' s the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage : Now on Dardan plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Their brave ...
... queen , With wanton Paris sleeps , -and that ' s the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage : Now on Dardan plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do pitch Their brave ...
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... queen , whose youth and freshness Wrinkles Apollo's , and makes stale the morning . Why keep we her ? the Grecians keep our aunt : Is she worth keeping ? why , she is a pearl , Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships , And turn ...
... queen , whose youth and freshness Wrinkles Apollo's , and makes stale the morning . Why keep we her ? the Grecians keep our aunt : Is she worth keeping ? why , she is a pearl , Whose price hath launch'd above a thousand ships , And turn ...
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... queen , Disgrace to your great worths , and shame to me , Now to deliver her possession up , On terms of base compulsion ! Can it be That so degenerate a strain as this Should once set footing in your generous bosoms ? There's not the ...
... queen , Disgrace to your great worths , and shame to me , Now to deliver her possession up , On terms of base compulsion ! Can it be That so degenerate a strain as this Should once set footing in your generous bosoms ? There's not the ...
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... queen ! fair thoughts be your fair pillow ! HELEN . Dear lord , you are full of fair words . PAN . You speak your fair pleasure , sweet queen . Fair prince , here is good broken music . PAR . You have broke it , cousin and , by my life ...
... queen ! fair thoughts be your fair pillow ! HELEN . Dear lord , you are full of fair words . PAN . You speak your fair pleasure , sweet queen . Fair prince , here is good broken music . PAR . You have broke it , cousin and , by my life ...
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... queen ; go to : -commends himself most affectionately to you . HELEN . You shall not bob us out of our melody : If you do , our melancholy upon your head ! PAN . Sweet queen , sweet queen ; that's a sweet queen , i ' faith . HELEN . And ...
... queen ; go to : -commends himself most affectionately to you . HELEN . You shall not bob us out of our melody : If you do , our melancholy upon your head ! PAN . Sweet queen , sweet queen ; that's a sweet queen , i ' faith . HELEN . And ...
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AARON Achilles AGAM AJAX Andronicus Antony Appears arms Aufidius BAWD blood BOULT brother Brutus called CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death DEMET Diomed dost doth Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes fear folio fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony never night noble Octavius old copies Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pray prince quarto queen reading Roman Rome SCENE senate Shakspere Shakspere's soldier speak stand Steevens sweet sword Tamora tell thee THER thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue TRAGEDIES.-VOL tribunes Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces weep word
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395 psl. - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours...
385 psl. - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
385 psl. - 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?
388 psl. - 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...
349 psl. - Caesar ; so were you ; We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he: For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, " Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?
384 psl. - 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...
384 psl. - 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.
397 psl. - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger. And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
396 psl. - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection ; — I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
461 psl. - Never; he will not; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.