The Tragedies of William Shakespeare: With Introd. Studies ...H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 547 |
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... Iago - not merely in his dying word : - Some good I mean to do Despite of mine own nature , but even in that other dying word of strange pride in the passion for which he was the centre , — Yet Edmund was belov'd . ' The tragedy needs ...
... Iago - not merely in his dying word : - Some good I mean to do Despite of mine own nature , but even in that other dying word of strange pride in the passion for which he was the centre , — Yet Edmund was belov'd . ' The tragedy needs ...
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... Iago , but none of the persons , with the exception of the heroine ' Disdemona ' , receives a proper name . In Venice lived a Moor very valiant , and highly esteemed by the Signoria . Moved by his valour a lady of great beauty fell ...
... Iago , but none of the persons , with the exception of the heroine ' Disdemona ' , receives a proper name . In Venice lived a Moor very valiant , and highly esteemed by the Signoria . Moved by his valour a lady of great beauty fell ...
Strona 6
... Iago , nor does purity appear anywhere more divine than in the heart of Desdemona . The pain of the tragic story is at times hardly endurable , yet at the close we feel more than appeasement . The human actors are mortal and pass away ...
... Iago , nor does purity appear anywhere more divine than in the heart of Desdemona . The pain of the tragic story is at times hardly endurable , yet at the close we feel more than appeasement . The human actors are mortal and pass away ...
Strona 7
... Iago is a Barbary horse ' , and in befooling Roderigo the same speaker declares that his mastergoes into Mauretania . There is nothing in the play to suggest that he is of the negro type , unless it be his rival's spiteful thick - lips ...
... Iago is a Barbary horse ' , and in befooling Roderigo the same speaker declares that his mastergoes into Mauretania . There is nothing in the play to suggest that he is of the negro type , unless it be his rival's spiteful thick - lips ...
Strona 8
... Iago , passionless , intellectual , an atheist ' with respect to the divine in man and woman , a votary of mere immoral power , life is a highly interesting game , and human creatures are his pawns . He is , as Hazlitt named him , an ...
... Iago , passionless , intellectual , an atheist ' with respect to the divine in man and woman , a votary of mere immoral power , life is a highly interesting game , and human creatures are his pawns . He is , as Hazlitt named him , an ...
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Strona 142 - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
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Strona 361 - 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. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Strona 399 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay...
Strona 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strona 142 - 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.
Strona 142 - 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.
Strona 24 - I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd...
Strona 101 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : 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,
Strona 142 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ; — 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.