Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, 5 tomasG.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... thousand moral paintings I can show , That shall demonftrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words . Yet you do well , To show lord Timon , that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head . Trumpets found . Enter ...
... thousand moral paintings I can show , That shall demonftrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words . Yet you do well , To show lord Timon , that mean eyes have seen The foot above the head . Trumpets found . Enter ...
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... thousands , did you not chiefly be- long to my heart ? I have told more of you to myself , than you can with modefty fpeak in your own behalf ; and thus far I confirm you . O , you gods , think I , what need we have any friends , if we ...
... thousands , did you not chiefly be- long to my heart ? I have told more of you to myself , than you can with modefty fpeak in your own behalf ; and thus far I confirm you . O , you gods , think I , what need we have any friends , if we ...
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... thousand to Varro ; and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand ; befides my former fum , Which makes it five and twenty . — Still in motion Of raging waste ? It cannot hold ; it will not : If I want gold , fteal but a beggar's dog , And give ...
... thousand to Varro ; and to Ifidore He owes nine thoufand ; befides my former fum , Which makes it five and twenty . — Still in motion Of raging waste ? It cannot hold ; it will not : If I want gold , fteal but a beggar's dog , And give ...
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... thousand talents to me . FLAV . I have been bold , ( For that I knew it the most general way , ) To them to use your fignet , and your name ; But they do fhake their heads , and I am here No richer in return . TIM . Is't true ? can it ...
... thousand talents to me . FLAV . I have been bold , ( For that I knew it the most general way , ) To them to use your fignet , and your name ; But they do fhake their heads , and I am here No richer in return . TIM . Is't true ? can it ...
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... thousand crowns , my lord . TIM . Five thousand drops pays that.- What yours ? -and yours ? I VAR . SERV . My lord ,. 2 VAR . SERV . My lord , - TIM . Tear me , take me , and the gods fall on you ! [ Exit . HOR . ' Faith , I perceive ...
... thousand crowns , my lord . TIM . Five thousand drops pays that.- What yours ? -and yours ? I VAR . SERV . My lord ,. 2 VAR . SERV . My lord , - TIM . Tear me , take me , and the gods fall on you ! [ Exit . HOR . ' Faith , I perceive ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems– To which is Added a Glossary, 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1797 |
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Afide againſt ALCIB Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Antony APEM Apemantus Aufidius beſt Brutus Cæfar Caffius CASCA cauſe CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE death defire doft doth Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame fear fenators fervice fhall fhould fhow firſt flain FLAV foldier fome forrow fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart himſelf honeft honour houſe IACH lady Lavinia lord Lucius madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'the Octavia pleaſe pleaſure Pompey praiſe pray preſent purpoſe queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand Tamora tell thee thefe There's theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS uſe whofe whoſe yourſelf
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264 psl. - 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; 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.
260 psl. - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
264 psl. - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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.
326 psl. - ... steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
297 psl. - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
217 psl. - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
217 psl. - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
264 psl. - 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.
260 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
294 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!