The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... bear my daughter . Tim . Does the love him ? ... 0. Ath . She is young , and ad apt : Our own precedent paffions do inftruct us , What levity's in youth . Tim . Love you the maid ? Luc . Ay , my good Lord , and the accepts of it . 0 ...
... bear my daughter . Tim . Does the love him ? ... 0. Ath . She is young , and ad apt : Our own precedent paffions do inftruct us , What levity's in youth . Tim . Love you the maid ? Luc . Ay , my good Lord , and the accepts of it . 0 ...
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... bear it with your Lordship . Mer . He'll fpare none . Tim . Good - morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . ' Till I be gentle , ftay for thy good - morrow ; When I am Timon's dog , and thefe knaves honest . Tim . Why doft thou call ...
... bear it with your Lordship . Mer . He'll fpare none . Tim . Good - morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . ' Till I be gentle , ftay for thy good - morrow ; When I am Timon's dog , and thefe knaves honest . Tim . Why doft thou call ...
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... bears that office to fignifie their pleasures . Tim . I pray let them be admitted . SCENE VI . Enter Cupid with a Mafk of Ladies . Cup . Hail to the worthy Timon , and to all That of his bounties tafte ! the five beft fenfes Acknowledge ...
... bears that office to fignifie their pleasures . Tim . I pray let them be admitted . SCENE VI . Enter Cupid with a Mafk of Ladies . Cup . Hail to the worthy Timon , and to all That of his bounties tafte ! the five beft fenfes Acknowledge ...
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... bears Not one fpurn to their graves of their friends gift ? I fhould fear , those that dance before me now Would one day ftamp upon me : ' T has been done ; Men shut their doors against a fetting fun . The Lords rife from table , with ...
... bears Not one fpurn to their graves of their friends gift ? I fhould fear , those that dance before me now Would one day ftamp upon me : ' T has been done ; Men shut their doors against a fetting fun . The Lords rife from table , with ...
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... bear . Alc . My Lords , then under favour , pardon me , If I fpeak like a captain . Why do fond men expofe themselves to battel , And not endure all threatnings , fleep upon't , And let the foes quietly cut their throats , " Without ...
... bear . Alc . My Lords , then under favour , pardon me , If I fpeak like a captain . Why do fond men expofe themselves to battel , And not endure all threatnings , fleep upon't , And let the foes quietly cut their throats , " Without ...
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1747 |
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217 psl. - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: 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...
179 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
213 psl. - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; 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? — O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
198 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.
241 psl. - 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!
336 psl. - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
222 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...
211 psl. - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? 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. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
178 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
328 psl. - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.