Mr. William Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems: TragediesHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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... hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows ; an assinego may tutor thee : thou scurvy - valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrash Tro- jans ; and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit , like a barbarian slave . If thou use ...
... hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows ; an assinego may tutor thee : thou scurvy - valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrash Tro- jans ; and thou art bought and sold among those of any wit , like a barbarian slave . If thou use ...
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... hast not seen the Lady Cressida . I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus : I will make a complimental assault upon him , for my business seethes . Serv . Sodden business ! there's a stew'd phrase indeed ! Enter PARIS and ...
... hast not seen the Lady Cressida . I come to speak with Paris from the Prince Troilus : I will make a complimental assault upon him , for my business seethes . Serv . Sodden business ! there's a stew'd phrase indeed ! Enter PARIS and ...
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... hast a fine forehead . 79 disposer . This may mean , as some have thought , she who has me at her dis- posal ; but there is at least a possible connection with “ dispose , as it is used in Love's Labour's Lost , Act II . Sc . 1 , line ...
... hast a fine forehead . 79 disposer . This may mean , as some have thought , she who has me at her dis- posal ; but there is at least a possible connection with “ dispose , as it is used in Love's Labour's Lost , Act II . Sc . 1 , line ...
Strana 54
... hast not slept to - night ? would he not , a naughty man , let it sleep ? a bugbear take him ! Cres . Did not I tell you ? Would he were knock'd i̇ ' th ' head ! Who's that at door ? good uncle , go and see . My lord , come you again ...
... hast not slept to - night ? would he not , a naughty man , let it sleep ? a bugbear take him ! Cres . Did not I tell you ? Would he were knock'd i̇ ' th ' head ! Who's that at door ? good uncle , go and see . My lord , come you again ...
Strana 65
... hast hung thy advanced sword i ' th ' air , Not letting it decline on the declined , That I have said to some my standers by " Lo , Jupiter is yonder , dealing life ! " And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath , When that a ring ...
... hast hung thy advanced sword i ' th ' air , Not letting it decline on the declined , That I have said to some my standers by " Lo , Jupiter is yonder , dealing life ! " And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath , When that a ring ...
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Strana 423 - 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...
Strana 561 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Strana 398 - 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.
Strana 750 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.
Strana 569 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Strana 422 - 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 flourish'd 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, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Strana 548 - I know not,) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, — this brave o'erhanging firmament — this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form...
Strana 421 - t is 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.
Strana 419 - 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.
Strana 594 - There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...