The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... myself . Vol . Indeed , thou shalt not : Methinks , I hither hear your Hufband's Drum : I see him pluck Aufidius down by th ' hair : ( As children from a bear ) the Volfci fhunning him : Methinks , I fee him ftamp thus - and call thus ...
... myself . Vol . Indeed , thou shalt not : Methinks , I hither hear your Hufband's Drum : I see him pluck Aufidius down by th ' hair : ( As children from a bear ) the Volfci fhunning him : Methinks , I fee him ftamp thus - and call thus ...
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... myself Repair to th ' Senate - house . Men . I'll keep you company . Will you along ? Bru . We ftay here for the people . Sic . Fare you well . } [ Exeunt Coriol , and Men . SCENE VII . He has it now , and by his looks , methinks ...
... myself Repair to th ' Senate - house . Men . I'll keep you company . Will you along ? Bru . We ftay here for the people . Sic . Fare you well . } [ Exeunt Coriol , and Men . SCENE VII . He has it now , and by his looks , methinks ...
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William Shakespeare. Sic . Go , call the people , in whofe name myself Attach thee as a traiterous innovator : A foe to th ' public weal . Obey , I charge thee , And follow to thine answer . Cor . Hence , old goat ! All . We'll furety ...
William Shakespeare. Sic . Go , call the people , in whofe name myself Attach thee as a traiterous innovator : A foe to th ' public weal . Obey , I charge thee , And follow to thine answer . Cor . Hence , old goat ! All . We'll furety ...
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... myself , And so shall starve with feeding : come , let's go , Leave this faint puling , and lament as I do , In anger , Juno like : come , come , fie , fie ! Rom . I SCENE III . Changes to ANTIUM . Enter a Roman and a Volfcian ...
... myself , And so shall starve with feeding : come , let's go , Leave this faint puling , and lament as I do , In anger , Juno like : come , come , fie , fie ! Rom . I SCENE III . Changes to ANTIUM . Enter a Roman and a Volfcian ...
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... myself . Auf . What is thy name ? Cor . A name unmufical to Volfcian ears , And harsh in found to thine . Auf . Say , what is thy name ? Thou haft a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't ; though thy tackle's torn , Thou ...
... myself . Auf . What is thy name ? Cor . A name unmufical to Volfcian ears , And harsh in found to thine . Auf . Say , what is thy name ? Thou haft a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't ; though thy tackle's torn , Thou ...
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.