Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Ceasar. Antony and CleopatraJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . " Tis conceiv'd to scope . " This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below ...
... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . " Tis conceiv'd to scope . " This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below ...
9 psl.
... hands , let him slip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot . Pain . " Tis common : A thousand moral paintings I can show , " That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words . Yet you do well , To ...
... hands , let him slip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot . Pain . " Tis common : A thousand moral paintings I can show , " That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words . Yet you do well , To ...
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... If the man be honest , my lord , for that reason he will be so in this ; and not endeavour at the injustice of gaining my daughter without my consent . " WARBURTON . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on TIMON OF ATHENS . 11.
... If the man be honest , my lord , for that reason he will be so in this ; and not endeavour at the injustice of gaining my daughter without my consent . " WARBURTON . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on TIMON OF ATHENS . 11.
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... hand ; We must needs dine together . - Sir , your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise . Jew . What , my lord ? dispraise ? Tim . A meer satiety of commendations . If I should pay you for't as ' tis extoll'd , It would unclew me quite ...
... hand ; We must needs dine together . - Sir , your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise . Jew . What , my lord ? dispraise ? Tim . A meer satiety of commendations . If I should pay you for't as ' tis extoll'd , It would unclew me quite ...
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... Hands , dancing , and playing . Apem . Hey day , what a sweep of vanity comes this day ! They dance ! they are mad women . Like madness is the glory of this life , As this pomp shows to a little oil , and root . " 3 Like madness is the ...
... Hands , dancing , and playing . Apem . Hey day , what a sweep of vanity comes this day ! They dance ! they are mad women . Like madness is the glory of this life , As this pomp shows to a little oil , and root . " 3 Like madness is the ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Agrippa Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Corioli death do't dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear Flav follow fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour Iras JOHNSON Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart LARTIUS Lepidus look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony master means Menenius Mess Messala Messenger ne'er never noble o'the Octavia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sold soldier speak spirit stand STEEVENS sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon TIMON OF ATHENS Titinius tribunes unto Volces Volscian VOLUMNIA What's word worthy
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255 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.
304 psl. - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
300 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.
257 psl. - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
337 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,
476 psl. - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
378 psl. - Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
304 psl. - 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. 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...
300 psl. - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
452 psl. - Eros ! — I come, my queen : — Eros ! — Stay for me ; Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ^Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.