The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Página 72
... Re - enter an Attendant . Cym . Where is she , sir ? How Can her contempt be answer'd ? Atten . Please you , sir , Her chambers are all lock'd ; and there's no answer That will be given to the loudest of noise we make . Queen . My lord ...
... Re - enter an Attendant . Cym . Where is she , sir ? How Can her contempt be answer'd ? Atten . Please you , sir , Her chambers are all lock'd ; and there's no answer That will be given to the loudest of noise we make . Queen . My lord ...
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... Re - enter CLOTEN . Clo . " Tis certain she is fled : Go in , and cheer the king ; he rages ; none Dare come about him . Queen . All the better : May This night forestall him of the coming day ! [ Exit Queen . Clo . I love , and hate ...
... Re - enter CLOTEN . Clo . " Tis certain she is fled : Go in , and cheer the king ; he rages ; none Dare come about him . Queen . All the better : May This night forestall him of the coming day ! [ Exit Queen . Clo . I love , and hate ...
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... Re - enter PISANIO , with the Clothes . Be those the garments ? Pis . Ay , my noble lord . Clo . How long is't since she went to Milford - Ha- ven ? Pis . She can scarce be there yet . Clo . Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that is ...
... Re - enter PISANIO , with the Clothes . Be those the garments ? Pis . Ay , my noble lord . Clo . How long is't since she went to Milford - Ha- ven ? Pis . She can scarce be there yet . Clo . Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that is ...
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... Re - enter GUIDERIUS , with CLOTEN's Head . Gui . This Cloten was a fool ; an empty purse , There was no money in't : not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains , for he had none : Yet I not doing this , the fool had borne My head ...
... Re - enter GUIDERIUS , with CLOTEN's Head . Gui . This Cloten was a fool ; an empty purse , There was no money in't : not Hercules Could have knock'd out his brains , for he had none : Yet I not doing this , the fool had borne My head ...
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... Re - enter GUIDERIUS . Gui . Where's my brother ? I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream , In embassy to his mother ; his body's hostage For 90 ACT IV . CYMBELINE .
... Re - enter GUIDERIUS . Gui . Where's my brother ? I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream , In embassy to his mother ; his body's hostage For 90 ACT IV . CYMBELINE .
Palavras e frases frequentes
1st Cit 1st Sold 2d Cit 2d Sold 4th Cit AGRIPPA ALEXAS BELARIUS blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cinna Cleo Cleopatra Clitus Cloten CYMBELINE dead death doth Egypt ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king lady Leonatus Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam Mark Antony master Mess Messala mistress never night noble o'the Octavia on't Parthia peace Pisanio Pompey Post POSTHUMUS pr'ythee pray PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE soldier Sooth speak stand sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Trebonius villain What's word
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Página 193 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 193 - 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, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 194 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 196 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
Página 145 - 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 194 - 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 197 - 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 ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Página 232 - 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 147 - Would he were fatter : — But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Página 188 - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy — Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell...