The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say , has our General met the enemy ? Mef . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horfe is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No ...
... Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart . Agreed . Mar. Say , has our General met the enemy ? Mef . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horfe is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No ...
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... Lart . Their noife be our inftruction . Ladders , ho ! Enter the Volfcians . Mar. They fear us not , but iffue forth their City . Now put your fhields before your hearts , and fight With hearts more proof than fhields . Advance , brave ...
... Lart . Their noife be our inftruction . Ladders , ho ! Enter the Volfcians . Mar. They fear us not , but iffue forth their City . Now put your fhields before your hearts , and fight With hearts more proof than fhields . Advance , brave ...
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... Lart . What is become of Marcius ? All . Slain , Sir , doubtless . [ Alarm continues . 1 Sol . Following the fliers at the very heels , With them he enters ; who , upon the fudden , Clapt to their gates ; he is himself alone , To answer ...
... Lart . What is become of Marcius ? All . Slain , Sir , doubtless . [ Alarm continues . 1 Sol . Following the fliers at the very heels , With them he enters ; who , upon the fudden , Clapt to their gates ; he is himself alone , To answer ...
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... Lart . Worthy Sir , thou bleed'ft ; Thy exercife hath been too violent For a fecond courfe of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me . The blood , I drop , is rather phyfical Than dangerous to me . Fare you T ...
... Lart . Worthy Sir , thou bleed'ft ; Thy exercife hath been too violent For a fecond courfe of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me . The blood , I drop , is rather phyfical Than dangerous to me . Fare you T ...
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... Lart . So , keepyodo fend , O , let the Ports be guarded ; keep your duties , As I have fet them down . If I dispatch Those Centries to our aid ; the reft will ferve For a fhort holding ; if we lofe the field , We cannot keep the town ...
... Lart . So , keepyodo fend , O , let the Ports be guarded ; keep your duties , As I have fet them down . If I dispatch Those Centries to our aid ; the reft will ferve For a fhort holding ; if we lofe the field , We cannot keep the town ...
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.