The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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Strona 297
... Ther . As will stop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . 1 Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damn'd cur ! 1 ...
... Ther . As will stop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . 1 Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damn'd cur ! 1 ...
Strona 303
... Ther . How now , Thersites ? What , lost in the labyrinth of thy fury ? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? He beats me , and I rail at him : O worthy , satisfaction ! Would it were otherwise ; that could beat him , whilst he rail'd ...
... Ther . How now , Thersites ? What , lost in the labyrinth of thy fury ? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? He beats me , and I rail at him : O worthy , satisfaction ! Would it were otherwise ; that could beat him , whilst he rail'd ...
Strona 304
... Ther . If I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit , thou wouldst not have slipp'd out of my contemplation : but it is no matter ; thyself upon thyself ! The common curse of mankind , folly and ignorance , be thine in great revenue ...
... Ther . If I could have remember'd a gilt counterfeit , thou wouldst not have slipp'd out of my contemplation : but it is no matter ; thyself upon thyself ! The common curse of mankind , folly and ignorance , be thine in great revenue ...
Strona 305
... Ther . Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon ; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool ; and Patroclus is a fool positive . Patr . Why am I a fool ? Ther . Make that demand ...
... Ther . Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles ; Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon ; Thersites is a fool to serve such a fool ; and Patroclus is a fool positive . Patr . Why am I a fool ? Ther . Make that demand ...
Strona 325
... Ther . A wonder ! Achil . What ? Ther . Ajax goes up and down the field , asking for himself . Achil . How so ? Ther . He must fight singly to - morrow with Hec- tor ; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling , that he ...
... Ther . A wonder ! Achil . What ? Ther . Ajax goes up and down the field , asking for himself . Achil . How so ? Ther . He must fight singly to - morrow with Hec- tor ; and is so prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling , that he ...
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Strona 460 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I...
Strona 480 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: 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.
Strona 479 - 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.
Strona 240 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strona 92 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Strona 320 - In monumental mockery. Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost: Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'er-run and trampled on...
Strona 480 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Strona 480 - 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; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Strona 112 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Strona 240 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.