The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 8J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret . Pain . It is a pretty mocking of the life . Here is a touch ; Is't good ? Poet . I'll ...
... standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret . Pain . It is a pretty mocking of the life . Here is a touch ; Is't good ? Poet . I'll ...
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... imitate them ; Faults that are rich , are fair . Ven . A noble spirit . [ They all stand ceremoniously looking on ΤΙΜΟΝ . Tim , Nay , my lords , ceremony Was but devis'd at first , to set a gloss Scene II . 15 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... imitate them ; Faults that are rich , are fair . Ven . A noble spirit . [ They all stand ceremoniously looking on ΤΙΜΟΝ . Tim , Nay , my lords , ceremony Was but devis'd at first , to set a gloss Scene II . 15 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... stand'st single , thou art not on him yet . Caph . Where's the fool now . Apem . He last asked the question . - Poor rogues , and usurers ' men ! bawds between gold and want ! All Serv . What are we , Apemantus ? Apem . Asses . All Serv ...
... stand'st single , thou art not on him yet . Caph . Where's the fool now . Apem . He last asked the question . - Poor rogues , and usurers ' men ! bawds between gold and want ! All Serv . What are we , Apemantus ? Apem . Asses . All Serv ...
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... is our bark ; And we , poor mates , stand on the dying deck , Hearing the surges threat : we must all part Into this sea of air . Flav . Good fellows all , The latest of my Scene II ! TIMON OF ATHENS . 61 SCENE II. ...
... is our bark ; And we , poor mates , stand on the dying deck , Hearing the surges threat : we must all part Into this sea of air . Flav . Good fellows all , The latest of my Scene II ! TIMON OF ATHENS . 61 SCENE II. ...
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... stand upright , And say , This man's a flatterer ? if one be , So are they all ; for every grize of fortune Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ; There's nothing level in our cursed ...
... stand upright , And say , This man's a flatterer ? if one be , So are they all ; for every grize of fortune Is smooth'd by that below : the learned pate Ducks to the golden fool : All is oblique ; There's nothing level in our cursed ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Agrippa Alarum Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Marcius Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Corioli death do't dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold gone Guard hand hath hear heart honour Iras Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart Lartius Lepidus look lord Timon Lucilius Lucius madam Mark Antony master MENENIUS Mess Messala Messenger Musick ne'er never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Sold soldier speak stand sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tribunes unto Volces VOLUMNIA What's word worthy
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Página 312 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Página 303 - 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. 1 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...
Página 315 - 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 314 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions,. Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Página 300 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Página 251 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 299 - 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. 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...
Página 475 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me. Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. — Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act ; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath.
Página 250 - Did I the tired Caesar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Página 266 - Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks. [Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.