The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, 6 tomas |
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... sweet words , Low - crooked curt'sies , and base , spaniel fawning . Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou dost bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I spurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cæsar doth not wrong ; nor without ...
... sweet words , Low - crooked curt'sies , and base , spaniel fawning . Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou dost bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I spurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cæsar doth not wrong ; nor without ...
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... sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They that have done this deed , are honorable ; What private griefs they have , alas , I know not , That made them do it ; they are wise and honorable , And will ...
... sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They that have done this deed , are honorable ; What private griefs they have , alas , I know not , That made them do it ; they are wise and honorable , And will ...
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... sweet Cæsar'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 Cæsar , that should move The ...
... sweet Cæsar'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 Cæsar , that should move The ...
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... sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O that I knew this husband , which , you say , must charge his horns with garlands ! 1 1 Alex . Soothsayer ...
... sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O that I knew this husband , which , you say , must charge his horns with garlands ! 1 1 Alex . Soothsayer ...
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... sweet Isis , I beseech thee ! And let her die , too , and give him a worse ! and let worse follow worse , till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave , fifty - fold a cuckold ! Good Isis , hear me this prayer , though thou ...
... sweet Isis , I beseech thee ! And let her die , too , and give him a worse ! and let worse follow worse , till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave , fifty - fold a cuckold ! Good Isis , hear me this prayer , though thou ...
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The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr ..., 1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1850 |
The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1850 |
The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1850 |
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius CESAR Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio play Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain word
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56 psl. - Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. 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...
292 psl. - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
72 psl. - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
86 psl. - 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!
52 psl. - ... believe: censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
67 psl. - 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...
50 psl. - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue! — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds ; And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate" by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's...
55 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
66 psl. - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humor?
35 psl. - 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.