The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Parte 23,Volume 8 |
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... mess before you . Want ? why want ? 1 Thief . We cannot live on grass , on berries , water , As beasts , and birds , and fishes . Tim . Nor on the beasts themselves , the birds , and fishes ; You must eat men . Yet thanks I must you con ...
... mess before you . Want ? why want ? 1 Thief . We cannot live on grass , on berries , water , As beasts , and birds , and fishes . Tim . Nor on the beasts themselves , the birds , and fishes ; You must eat men . Yet thanks I must you con ...
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... Mess . I have spoke the least : Besides , his expedition promises Present approach . 2 Sen. We stand much hazard , if they bring not Timon . Mess . I met a courier , one mine ancient friend : — Whom , though in general part we were ...
... Mess . I have spoke the least : Besides , his expedition promises Present approach . 2 Sen. We stand much hazard , if they bring not Timon . Mess . I met a courier , one mine ancient friend : — Whom , though in general part we were ...
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... Mess . Where's Caius Marcius ? Mar. Here : What's the matter ? Mess . The news is , sir , the Volces are in arms . 19 Generosity , in the sense of its Latin original , for nobleness , high birth . Thus in Measure for Measure ...
... Mess . Where's Caius Marcius ? Mar. Here : What's the matter ? Mess . The news is , sir , the Volces are in arms . 19 Generosity , in the sense of its Latin original , for nobleness , high birth . Thus in Measure for Measure ...
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... Mess . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horse is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No , I'll nor sell , nor give him : lend you him , I will , - For half a hundred years . Summon the town . Mar ...
... Mess . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horse is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No , I'll nor sell , nor give him : lend you him , I will , - For half a hundred years . Summon the town . Mar ...
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... Mess . Above an hour , my lord . Com . ' Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their drums : How could'st thou in a mile confound1 an hour , And bring thy news so late ? Mess . Spies of the Volces Held me in chase , that I was forc'd to ...
... Mess . Above an hour , my lord . Com . ' Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their drums : How could'st thou in a mile confound1 an hour , And bring thy news so late ? Mess . Spies of the Volces Held me in chase , that I was forc'd to ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alcib Alcibiades Antium Antony and Cleopatra Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus death Decius dost doth enemy ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fear Flav follow fool fortune friends give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour i'the Iras Julius Cæsar King Henry lady Lart Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means Menenius Mess ne'er never noble o'the Octavia old copy reads Othello passage peace Plutarch poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's soldier speak Steevens sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Troilus and Cressida unto VIII Volces VOLUMNIA word worthy
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Página 341 - 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 377 - 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 281 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, 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. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Página 353 - Sheath your dagger : Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour. 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 336 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all; all honourable men), Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend,...
Página 351 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Página 335 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 527 - 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...
Página 339 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Página 313 - 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.