The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 |
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... hast power and person . Men . This but done , Even as she speaks , why , all their hearts were yours : Men . Come ... hast said , My praises made thee first a soldier , so To have my praise for this , perform a part Thou hast not done ...
... hast power and person . Men . This but done , Even as she speaks , why , all their hearts were yours : Men . Come ... hast said , My praises made thee first a soldier , so To have my praise for this , perform a part Thou hast not done ...
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... hast a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't : though thy tackle's torn , 2 Ser . Where's Cotus ! my master calls for Thou show'st a noble vessel . What's thy name ? him . Cotus ! Enter CORIOLANUS . Cor . A goodly house ...
... hast a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't : though thy tackle's torn , 2 Ser . Where's Cotus ! my master calls for Thou show'st a noble vessel . What's thy name ? him . Cotus ! Enter CORIOLANUS . Cor . A goodly house ...
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... hast affected the fine strains of honour , To imitate the graces of the gods ; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air , And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an oak . Why dost not speak ? Think'st thou ...
... hast affected the fine strains of honour , To imitate the graces of the gods ; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air , And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an oak . Why dost not speak ? Think'st thou ...
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... hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cesar . If thou be'st not immortal , look about you : Security gives way to conspi- racy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy lover , ý ...
... hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cesar . If thou be'st not immortal , look about you : Security gives way to conspi- racy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy lover , ý ...
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... hast brought from Rome , Are all too dear for me ; Lie they upon thy band , And be undone by ' em ! [ Exit MESSENGER . Char . Good your highness , patience . Cleo . In praising Antony , I have disprais'd Cesar . Char . Many times ...
... hast brought from Rome , Are all too dear for me ; Lie they upon thy band , And be undone by ' em ! [ Exit MESSENGER . Char . Good your highness , patience . Cleo . In praising Antony , I have disprais'd Cesar . Char . Many times ...
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Strona 210 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse. Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour ; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Strona 325 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Strona 242 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Strona 186 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Strona 44 - 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...
Strona 211 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Strona 60 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strona 200 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Strona 355 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ake, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you?
Strona 240 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.