The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
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... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over generally ? Ajax . Thersites , Ther . And those boils did run ? -Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog , - Ther . Then would come some ...
... Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over generally ? Ajax . Thersites , Ther . And those boils did run ? -Say so , -did not the general run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog , - Ther . Then would come some ...
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... Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , Ther . Thou art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would thou didst itch from head to ...
... Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strikest me thus ? Ajax . The proclamation , Ther . Thou art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would thou didst itch from head to ...
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... Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you thus ? -How now , Thersites ? what's ...
... Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you thus ? -How now , Thersites ? what's ...
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... Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not ; he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damned cur ! I shall- Achil . Will you set your wit to a fool's ? Ther . No , I warrant you ; for a fool's will shame ...
... Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not ; he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damned cur ! I shall- Achil . Will you set your wit to a fool's ? Ther . No , I warrant you ; for a fool's will shame ...
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... 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 satis- faction ! ' would it were otherwise ; that I could beat him , whilst he ...
... 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 satis- faction ! ' would it were otherwise ; that I could beat him , whilst he ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Antium Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav follow fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hate hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Holinshed honor Kath king lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Richmond Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Volces word
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Página 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Página 183 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Página 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Página 122 - Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here ? No. Yes, I am : Then fly. What, from myself ? Great reason why : Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself ? Alack ! I love myself. Wherefore ? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no ! alas ! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself!
Página 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 32 - 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 ! Brak.
Página 122 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No. Yes; I am: Then fly: what! from myself? Great reason why; Lest I revenge. What! myself upon myself? Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself.
Página 306 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here 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...
Página 263 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : The bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then every thing includes itself in power,...