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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... and we petty men Walk under his huge legs , and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves . Men at fome time are mafters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings ...
... and we petty men Walk under his huge legs , and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves . Men at fome time are mafters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems To which is Added a Glossary, 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1797 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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!