The Works of William Shakespeare: Troilus and Cressida. Coriolanus. Titus Andronicus. Romeo and Juliet. Timon of Athens. Julius CæsarChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... hold I off . Women are angels , wooing : Things won are done ; joy's soul lies ( 13 ) in the doing : That she belov'd knows naught that knows not this , - Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : That she was never yet that ever ...
... hold I off . Women are angels , wooing : Things won are done ; joy's soul lies ( 13 ) in the doing : That she belov'd knows naught that knows not this , - Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is : That she was never yet that ever ...
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... hold up high in brass ; and such again As venerable Nestor , hatch'd in silver , Should with a bond of air - strong as the axletree On which heaven rides - knit all the Greekish ears To his experienc'd tongue , -yet let it please both ...
... hold up high in brass ; and such again As venerable Nestor , hatch'd in silver , Should with a bond of air - strong as the axletree On which heaven rides - knit all the Greekish ears To his experienc'd tongue , -yet let it please both ...
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... , And to this purpose speak . Kings , princes , lords ! If there be one among the fair'st of Greece That holds his honour higher than his ease ; That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril SCENE III . ] 23 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... , And to this purpose speak . Kings , princes , lords ! If there be one among the fair'st of Greece That holds his honour higher than his ease ; That seeks his praise more than he fears his peril SCENE III . ] 23 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
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... hold you . Ther . As will stop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damned ...
... hold you . Ther . As will stop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damned ...
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... hold my peace when Achilles ' brach ( 46 ) bids me , shall I ? Achil . There's for you , Patroclus . Ther . I will see you hanged , like clotpoles , ere I come any more to your tents : I will keep where there is wit stirring , and leave ...
... hold my peace when Achilles ' brach ( 46 ) bids me , shall I ? Achil . There's for you , Patroclus . Ther . I will see you hanged , like clotpoles , ere I come any more to your tents : I will keep where there is wit stirring , and leave ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius blood Brutus Cæsar Capell Capulet Casca Cass Cassius Collier's Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida dead death dost doth Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav folio.-The fool friends give gods Goths Grant White hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour Juliet Julius Cæsar lady Lavinia look lord Lucius Malone Marcius Mark Antony Menenius night noble Nurse old eds Pandarus passage Patroclus peace pray quarto Re-enter reading Roman Rome Romeo SCENE second folio Senators Serv Shakespeare speak speech Steevens sweet sword Tamora tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes Troilus Troy Tybalt Ulyss W. N. Lettsom Walker's Crit word
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Страница 657 - 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.
Страница 656 - 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.
Страница 632 - 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.
Страница 667 - 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?
Страница 655 - Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Страница 442 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 410 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Страница 660 - Pompey's statue (Which all the while ran blood), great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us ! O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity. These are gracious drops. Kind souls ! What ! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marred, as you see, by traitors.
Страница 658 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 668 - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you?