The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Díl 50,Svazek 4 |
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Strana 13
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! — I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ! * Awake , I say : What , Lucius ...
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! — I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ! * Awake , I say : What , Lucius ...
Strana 14
... enter LUCIUS , Luc . Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . [ Knock within . Bru . Tis good . Go to the gate ; somebody knocks . [ Exit LUCIUS . Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar , I have not slept . Between the acting of a ...
... enter LUCIUS , Luc . Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . [ Knock within . Bru . Tis good . Go to the gate ; somebody knocks . [ Exit LUCIUS . Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar , I have not slept . Between the acting of a ...
Strana 20
... Enter CESAR , in his night - gown . Cas . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Casar ! -Who's within ? Enter a SERVANT . Serv . My lord ? Cas ...
... Enter CESAR , in his night - gown . Cas . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Casar ! -Who's within ? Enter a SERVANT . Serv . My lord ? Cas ...
Strana 36
... Enter CINNA , the Poet . Cin . I dreamt to - night , that I did feast with Cæsar , And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors , Yet something leads me forth . Enter CITIZENS . 1 Cit . What is your ...
... Enter CINNA , the Poet . Cin . I dreamt to - night , that I did feast with Cæsar , And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors , Yet something leads me forth . Enter CITIZENS . 1 Cit . What is your ...
Strana 50
... Enter PINDARUS . Pin . Fly further off , my lord , fly further off ; Mark Antony is in your tents , my lord ! Fly therefore , noble Cassius , fly far off . Cas . This hill is far enough . Look , look , Titinius ; Are those my tents ...
... Enter PINDARUS . Pin . Fly further off , my lord , fly further off ; Mark Antony is in your tents , my lord ! Fly therefore , noble Cassius , fly far off . Cas . This hill is far enough . Look , look , Titinius ; Are those my tents ...
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Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou better blood Brabantio Brutus Cæs Cæsar CAPULET Casca Cassio Cleo Cleopatra CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago is't Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony married master Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pisanio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Queen Romeo SCENE Serv servant Shakspeare soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius to-night Tybalt villain What's wilt
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Strana 453 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Strana 35 - 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, 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,...
Strana 420 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Strana 35 - 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 395 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, — Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, — Their virtues else — be they as pure as grace, As...
Strana 427 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.
Strana 389 - Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Strana 397 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 218 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Strana 31 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.