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Even there , thou villain , Posthumus , will I kill thee . — I would these garments
were come . She said upon a time , ( the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart
, ) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble ...
Even there , thou villain , Posthumus , will I kill thee . — I would these garments
were come . She said upon a time , ( the bitterness of it I now belch from my heart
, ) that she held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect than my noble ...
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It was my deer ; and he that wounded her , Hath hurt me more , than had he killed
me dead . For now I stand as one upon a rock , Environed with a wilderness of
sea ; Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave , Expecting ever when
some ...
It was my deer ; and he that wounded her , Hath hurt me more , than had he killed
me dead . For now I stand as one upon a rock , Environed with a wilderness of
sea ; Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave , Expecting ever when
some ...
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At that that I have killed , my lord ; a fly . Tit . Out on thee , murderer ! thou kill ' st
my heart ; Mine eyes are cloyed with view of tyranny . A deed of death , done on
the innocent , Becomes not Titus ' brother . Get thee gone ; I see , thou art not for ...
At that that I have killed , my lord ; a fly . Tit . Out on thee , murderer ! thou kill ' st
my heart ; Mine eyes are cloyed with view of tyranny . A deed of death , done on
the innocent , Becomes not Titus ' brother . Get thee gone ; I see , thou art not for ...
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That , with his pretty buzzing melody , Came here to make us merry ; and thou
hast killed him . Mar . Pardon ... Yet I do think we are not brought so low , But that
, between us , we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor .
Mar .
That , with his pretty buzzing melody , Came here to make us merry ; and thou
hast killed him . Mar . Pardon ... Yet I do think we are not brought so low , But that
, between us , we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor .
Mar .
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Tit . A reason mighty , strong , and effectual ; A pattern , precedent , and lively
warrant , For me , most wretched , to perform the like .Die , die , Lavinia , and thy
shame with thee ; [ He kills LAVINIA . And , with thy shame , thy father ' s sorrow
die !
Tit . A reason mighty , strong , and effectual ; A pattern , precedent , and lively
warrant , For me , most wretched , to perform the like .Die , die , Lavinia , and thy
shame with thee ; [ He kills LAVINIA . And , with thy shame , thy father ' s sorrow
die !
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Andronicus Antony appears arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar called Casca Cassius cause Char Cleo Cleopatra comes daughter dead death deed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face father fear follow fortune friends give gods gone hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honor I'll Italy keep kill king lady leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus Mark master means mistress nature never night noble old copy once peace Pericles play poor Post pray present prince queen reads Roman Rome SCENE serve Shakspeare sons speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought Titus tongue true turn unto wish
Passagens conhecidas
Página 60 - 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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Página 60 - 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.
Página 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable 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.
Página 37 - 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.
Página 296 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 121 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 93 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's 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.
Página 14 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 209 - 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: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Página 12 - Well, honor is the subject of my story. — 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.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles Volume 6 de The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Oliver William Bourn Peabody |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editores | Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Editora | Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
| Original de | Universidade de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 6 Fev 2008 |
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