Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Svazek 5Whittaker, 1858 |
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Strana 30
... pray thee , And give the king this fatal plotted scroll.- Now question me no more ; we are espied : Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty , Which dreads not yet their lives ' destruction . Tam . Ah , my sweet Moor , sweeter to me ...
... pray thee , And give the king this fatal plotted scroll.- Now question me no more ; we are espied : Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty , Which dreads not yet their lives ' destruction . Tam . Ah , my sweet Moor , sweeter to me ...
Strana 32
... pray you , let us hence , And let her ' joy her raven - colour'd love : This valley fits the purpose passing well . Bas . The king , my brother , shall have note of this ' . Lav . Ay , for these slips have made him noted long , Good ...
... pray you , let us hence , And let her ' joy her raven - colour'd love : This valley fits the purpose passing well . Bas . The king , my brother , shall have note of this ' . Lav . Ay , for these slips have made him noted long , Good ...
Strana 58
... pray the Roman gods confound you both . Dem . Gramercy , lovely Lucius . What's the news ? Boy . [ Aside . ] That you are both decipher'd , that's the news " , For villains mark'd with rape . [ To them . ] May it please you , My ...
... pray the Roman gods confound you both . Dem . Gramercy , lovely Lucius . What's the news ? Boy . [ Aside . ] That you are both decipher'd , that's the news " , For villains mark'd with rape . [ To them . ] May it please you , My ...
Strana 59
... pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains . Aar . Pray to the devils ; the gods have given us over . [ Trumpets sound . Dem . Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus ? Chi . Belike , for joy the emperor hath a son ...
... pray to all the gods For our beloved mother in her pains . Aar . Pray to the devils ; the gods have given us over . [ Trumpets sound . Dem . Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus ? Chi . Belike , for joy the emperor hath a son ...
Strana 64
... pray you , deliver him this petition ; Tell him , it is for justice , and for aid , And that it comes from old Andronicus , Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.— Ah , Rome ! -Well , well ; I made thee miserable , What time I threw ...
... pray you , deliver him this petition ; Tell him , it is for justice , and for aid , And that it comes from old Andronicus , Shaken with sorrows in ungrateful Rome.— Ah , Rome ! -Well , well ; I made thee miserable , What time I threw ...
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4tos Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar CAPULET Casca Cassius corr dead dear death dost doth Dyce edition emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear follow fool friends give Gloster Goths Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent King King Lear Lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malone Mark Antony means misprinted murder night noble Nurse old annotator old copies omitted play poet POLONIUS pray printed Queen Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Servant Shakespeare speak speech stage-direction stand Steevens sweet sword Tamora tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Titus Andronicus Tybalt villain word
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Strana 343 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Strana 316 - 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 345 - 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...
Strana 405 - Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Strana 405 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
Strana 344 - 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.
Strana 356 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection ; — I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
Strana 400 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Strana 127 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Strana 347 - 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.