The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles |
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-Speak , what trade art thou ? 1 Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?You , sir ; what trade are you ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , in respect of a fine ...
-Speak , what trade art thou ? 1 Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ?You , sir ; what trade are you ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , in respect of a fine ...
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Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am , indeed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in ...
Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am , indeed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in ...
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Age , thou art sham'd : Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her ...
Age , thou art sham'd : Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her ...
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Well , Brutus , thou art noble ; yet , I see , Thy honourable metal may be wrought From that it is dispos'd * : Therefore ' tis meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes : For who so firm , that cannot be seduc'd ?
Well , Brutus , thou art noble ; yet , I see , Thy honourable metal may be wrought From that it is dispos'd * : Therefore ' tis meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes : For who so firm , that cannot be seduc'd ?
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Art . Cæsar , beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cassius ; come not near Casca ; have an eye to Cinna ; trust not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber ; Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius .
Art . Cæsar , beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cassius ; come not near Casca ; have an eye to Cinna ; trust not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber ; Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius .
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Antony arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius cause Char Cleo Cleopatra comes daughter dead dear death deed doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fall father fear follow fortune friends give gods gone hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Iach Italy keep king lady leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus Mark master mean nature never night noble o'the peace Pericles poor Post pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE Sold sons speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought Titus tongue true unto worthy
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Страница 119 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Страница 51 - 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 64 - 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? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Страница 70 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Страница 54 - 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...
Страница 12 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Страница 55 - 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.
Страница 186 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Страница 63 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru.
Страница 334 - No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
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| Наслов | The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles Том 7 књиге The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Аутор | William Shakespeare |
| Издавач | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 25 феб 2008 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |