The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Kings ' entreaties , a Mo- ther fhould not fell him an hour from her beholding ; I , confidering how Honour would become fuch a per- fon , that it was no better than picture - like to hang by th ' wall , if Renown made it not ftir , was ...
... Kings ' entreaties , a Mo- ther fhould not fell him an hour from her beholding ; I , confidering how Honour would become fuch a per- fon , that it was no better than picture - like to hang by th ' wall , if Renown made it not ftir , was ...
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... King : Of the fame houfe Publius and Quintus were , That our best water brought by conduits hither . And Cenforinus , darling of the people , ( And nobly nam'd fo for twice being Cenfor ) Was his great Ancestor . Sic . One thus ...
... King : Of the fame houfe Publius and Quintus were , That our best water brought by conduits hither . And Cenforinus , darling of the people , ( And nobly nam'd fo for twice being Cenfor ) Was his great Ancestor . Sic . One thus ...
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... King ; which two Circumftances afforded Matter for that ini- mitable Ridicule thrown over the Character of Polonius . Without Doubt he wrote , —For I have ever narrified my friends , —i . e . made their Encomium . Warb . ( Of ( Of whom ...
... King ; which two Circumftances afforded Matter for that ini- mitable Ridicule thrown over the Character of Polonius . Without Doubt he wrote , —For I have ever narrified my friends , —i . e . made their Encomium . Warb . ( Of ( Of whom ...
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... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well : But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it , that you would impart to me ? If it be aught ...
... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well : But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it , that you would impart to me ? If it be aught ...
128 psl.
... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have fome aim : How I have thought of this , and of thefe times , I fhall recount hereafter : for this prefent , I would not ( fo with love I might ...
... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have fome aim : How I have thought of this , and of thefe times , I fhall recount hereafter : for this prefent , I would not ( fo with love I might ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Afide againſt anſwer Aufidius beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth Enobarbus Eros Exeunt Exit faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen Lady laft Lart lefs Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony Meffenger Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th Octavia peace Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Volfcians Volumnius whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
Populiarios ištraukos
127 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
149 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.
169 psl. - It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
171 psl. - 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.
138 psl. - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
171 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.
169 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.
301 psl. - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
305 psl. - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
165 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.