Mr. William Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems: TragediesHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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... father in a scale Of common ounces ? will you with counters sum The past proportion of his infinite ? And buckle in a waist most fathomless With spans and inches so diminutive As fears and reasons ? fie , for godly shame ! Hel . No ...
... father in a scale Of common ounces ? will you with counters sum The past proportion of his infinite ? And buckle in a waist most fathomless With spans and inches so diminutive As fears and reasons ? fie , for godly shame ! Hel . No ...
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... father Nestor , were your days As green as Ajax and your brain so temper'd , You should not have the eminence of him , But be as Ajax . Ajax . Shall I call you father ? Be rul'd by him , Lord Ajax . Nest . Ay , my good son . Dio . Ulyss ...
... father Nestor , were your days As green as Ajax and your brain so temper'd , You should not have the eminence of him , But be as Ajax . Ajax . Shall I call you father ? Be rul'd by him , Lord Ajax . Nest . Ay , my good son . Dio . Ulyss ...
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... father , and be gone from Troilus : ' t will be his death ; ' t will be his bane ; he can- not bear it . Cres . O you immortal gods ! I will not Pan . Thou must . go . Cres . I will not , uncle : I have forgot my father ; I know no ...
... father , and be gone from Troilus : ' t will be his death ; ' t will be his bane ; he can- not bear it . Cres . O you immortal gods ! I will not Pan . Thou must . go . Cres . I will not , uncle : I have forgot my father ; I know no ...
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... , great lord , my father's sister's son , A cousin - german to great Priam's seed ; The obligation of our blood forbids 02 a breath an exercise . A gory emulation ' twixt us twain : Were thy SCENE V. ] 63 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... , great lord , my father's sister's son , A cousin - german to great Priam's seed ; The obligation of our blood forbids 02 a breath an exercise . A gory emulation ' twixt us twain : Were thy SCENE V. ] 63 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
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... father's son : I'll swear , ' t is a very pretty boy . O ' my troth , I look'd upon him o ' Wednesday half an hour together : ' has such a confirm'd countenance . I saw him run after a gilded butterfly ; and when he caught it , he let ...
... father's son : I'll swear , ' t is a very pretty boy . O ' my troth , I look'd upon him o ' Wednesday half an hour together : ' has such a confirm'd countenance . I saw him run after a gilded butterfly ; and when he caught it , he let ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool fortune friends give Glou gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector hither honour Iach Iago Julius Cæsar Kent King lady Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble Nurse Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace poor pray Prince prithee Queen Re-enter Roman Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soul speak stand sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titus to-night tongue Troilus Tybalt Ulyss villain What's wilt word
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
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