Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Ceasar. Antony and CleopatraJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states : amongst them all , Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One do I personate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to ...
... kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states : amongst them all , Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One do I personate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to ...
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... kind of tender pleasure , cries out , O joy , e'en made away , destroyed , turned to tears , before it can be born , before it can be fully possessed . JOHNSON . Tim . What means that trump ? -How now ? D 2 TIMON OF ATHENS . 21 Tim. O ...
... kind of tender pleasure , cries out , O joy , e'en made away , destroyed , turned to tears , before it can be born , before it can be fully possessed . JOHNSON . Tim . What means that trump ? -How now ? D 2 TIMON OF ATHENS . 21 Tim. O ...
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... kind admittance : Musick , make their welcome . [ Exit CUPID . 1 Lord . You see , my lord , how ample you are belov'd . Musick . Re - enter CUPID , with a masque of Ladies as Amazons , with Lutes in their Hands , dancing , and playing ...
... kind admittance : Musick , make their welcome . [ Exit CUPID . 1 Lord . You see , my lord , how ample you are belov'd . Musick . Re - enter CUPID , with a masque of Ladies as Amazons , with Lutes in their Hands , dancing , and playing ...
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... kind ; You have added worth unto't , and lively lustre , And entertain'd me with mine own device ; " I am to thank you for it . 1 Lady . My lord , you take us even at the best . " Apem . ' Faith , for the worst is filthy ; and would not ...
... kind ; You have added worth unto't , and lively lustre , And entertain'd me with mine own device ; " I am to thank you for it . 1 Lady . My lord , you take us even at the best . " Apem . ' Faith , for the worst is filthy ; and would not ...
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... kind my lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts , — All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord , there are certain nobles of the senate Newly alighted , and come to visit you . Tim . They are fairly welcome . Flav ...
... kind my lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts , — All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord , there are certain nobles of the senate Newly alighted , and come to visit you . Tim . They are fairly welcome . Flav ...
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.