The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Volume 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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... swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do befeech ye , if you bear me hard , Now , whilft your purpled hands do reek and smoke , Fulfil your pleasure . Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt ...
... swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do befeech ye , if you bear me hard , Now , whilft your purpled hands do reek and smoke , Fulfil your pleasure . Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt ...
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... face . Fea ture , however , anciently appears to have fignified beauty in general . She is now talking in broken sentences , not of the meilenger , but Antony . If ' twill tie up thy discontented sword ; And 116 . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . '
... face . Fea ture , however , anciently appears to have fignified beauty in general . She is now talking in broken sentences , not of the meilenger , but Antony . If ' twill tie up thy discontented sword ; And 116 . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . '
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... sword ; And carry back to Sicily much tall youth , That else must perish here . Pom . To you all three , The fenators alone of this great world , Chief factors for the gods , -I do not know , Wherefore my father should revengers want ...
... sword ; And carry back to Sicily much tall youth , That else must perish here . Pom . To you all three , The fenators alone of this great world , Chief factors for the gods , -I do not know , Wherefore my father should revengers want ...
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... sword on , which was formerly the custom in England , In All's Well that Ends Well , Bertram , lamenting that he is kept from the wars , fays , " I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock , " Creaking my fhoes on the plain masonry ...
... sword on , which was formerly the custom in England , In All's Well that Ends Well , Bertram , lamenting that he is kept from the wars , fays , " I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock , " Creaking my fhoes on the plain masonry ...
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... sword , Ourselves alone : I'll write it ; follow me . [ Exeunt ANTONY and AMB . Eno . Yes , like enough , high - battled Cæfar will Unftate his happiness , and be ftag'd to the fhew Against a fworder . — I fee , men's judgments are A ...
... sword , Ourselves alone : I'll write it ; follow me . [ Exeunt ANTONY and AMB . Eno . Yes , like enough , high - battled Cæfar will Unftate his happiness , and be ftag'd to the fhew Against a fworder . — I fee , men's judgments are A ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1797 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1798 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Afide Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Antony Apem Apemantus blood brother Brutus Cæfar Cafca Caffius Calchas Char Cleo Cleopatra defire Diomed doft doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies flain Flav fome fons fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrong fuch fweet fword give gods Goths hand hath hear heart Hect Hector himſelf honour houſe itſelf Lavinia lord Lucius madam mafter Marcus Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus pleaſe pleaſure Pompey prefent purpoſe queen reafon Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus Troy Ulyffes uſe whofe word yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 64 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Página 9 - 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,
Página 51 - 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...
Página 45 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Página 51 - 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...
Página 60 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Página 78 - 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, 'This was a man!
Página 174 - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us.
Página 49 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 81 - O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.