The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... mess before you . Want ! why want ? I Thief . We cannot live on grass , on berries , water , As beasts and birds and fishes . Tim . Nor on the beasts themselves , the birds , and fishes ; You must eat men . Yet thanks I must you con ...
... mess before you . Want ! why want ? I Thief . We cannot live on grass , on berries , water , As beasts and birds and fishes . Tim . Nor on the beasts themselves , the birds , and fishes ; You must eat men . Yet thanks I must you con ...
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... . 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd : are his files As full as thy report ? Mess . I have spoke the least : Besides , his expedition promises Present approach . 2 Sen. We stand much hazard if they bring not 58 ACT V. TIMON OF ATHENS .
... . 1 Sen. Thou hast painfully discover'd : are his files As full as thy report ? Mess . I have spoke the least : Besides , his expedition promises Present approach . 2 Sen. We stand much hazard if they bring not 58 ACT V. TIMON OF ATHENS .
Side 59
... Mess . I met a courier , one mine ancient friend ; Whom , though in general part we were oppos'd , Yet our old love had a particular force , And made us speak like friends : -this man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave With ...
... Mess . I met a courier , one mine ancient friend ; Whom , though in general part we were oppos'd , Yet our old love had a particular force , And made us speak like friends : -this man was riding From Alcibiades to Timon's cave With ...
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... Mess . Where's Caius Marcius ? Mar. Mess . The news is , sir , the Volsces are in arms . Mar. I am glad on't : then we shall ha ' means to vent Our musty superfluity . - See , our best elders . Enter COMINIUS , TITUS LARTIUS , and other ...
... Mess . Where's Caius Marcius ? Mar. Mess . The news is , sir , the Volsces are in arms . Mar. I am glad on't : then we shall ha ' means to vent Our musty superfluity . - See , our best elders . Enter COMINIUS , TITUS LARTIUS , and other ...
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... Mess . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horse is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No , I'll nor sell nor give him : lend you him I will For half a hundred years . — Summon the town . Mar. How ...
... Mess . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horse is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No , I'll nor sell nor give him : lend you him I will For half a hundred years . — Summon the town . Mar. How ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by ... William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1865 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by ... William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1865 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by ... William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1865 |
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Alcib Alcibiades Andronicus Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE dead death dost doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear Flav fool fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar lady Lart Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony master MENENIUS Mess ne'er never noble Octavia peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv shalt soldier speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribunes unto villain Volscian What's word worthy
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Side 204 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Side 245 - 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.
Side 164 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Side 194 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Side 198 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Side 192 - Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Side 196 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis 'good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
Side 220 - Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up. And say to all the world, ' This was a man !
Side 204 - 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?
Side 196 - 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...