The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Whose prefent grace to prefent flaves and fervants Tranflates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to th ' fcope : This throne , this fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man becken'd from the reft below Bowing his head against ...
... Whose prefent grace to prefent flaves and fervants Tranflates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to th ' fcope : This throne , this fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man becken'd from the reft below Bowing his head against ...
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... Whose womb unmeafurable , and infinite breaft Teems , and feeds all ; oh thou ! whofe felf - fame mettle Whereof thy proud child arrogant man is puft , Engenders the black toad and adder blue , The gilded newt , and eyelefs venom'd worm ...
... Whose womb unmeafurable , and infinite breaft Teems , and feeds all ; oh thou ! whofe felf - fame mettle Whereof thy proud child arrogant man is puft , Engenders the black toad and adder blue , The gilded newt , and eyelefs venom'd worm ...
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... Whose naked natures live in all the spight Of wreakful heav'n , whole bare unhoufed trunks , To the conflicting elements expos'd , Answer meer nature ; bid them flatter thee ; Oh ! thou fhalt find Tim . A fool of thee ; depart . Apem ...
... Whose naked natures live in all the spight Of wreakful heav'n , whole bare unhoufed trunks , To the conflicting elements expos'd , Answer meer nature ; bid them flatter thee ; Oh ! thou fhalt find Tim . A fool of thee ; depart . Apem ...
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... whose soft impression Interpreteth for my poor ignorance . [ Alcibiades reads the epitaph . ] Here lyes a wretched coarfe , of wretched foul bereft : Seek not my name : a plague confume you caitiff's left ! Here lye I Timon , who all ...
... whose soft impression Interpreteth for my poor ignorance . [ Alcibiades reads the epitaph . ] Here lyes a wretched coarfe , of wretched foul bereft : Seek not my name : a plague confume you caitiff's left ! Here lye I Timon , who all ...
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... whose name my self Attach thee as a traiterous innovator : A foe to th ' publick weal . Obey I charge thee , And follow to thine answer . Cor . Hence , old goat ! All . We'll furety him . Laying held on Coriolanus . Com . Hold , aged ...
... whose name my self Attach thee as a traiterous innovator : A foe to th ' publick weal . Obey I charge thee , And follow to thine answer . Cor . Hence , old goat ! All . We'll furety him . Laying held on Coriolanus . Com . Hold , aged ...
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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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188 psl. - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
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!
179 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.
178 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
223 psl. - 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
216 psl. - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
178 psl. - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
245 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...
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.