The Orator: A Monthly Magazine of Speeches, Plays, Dialogues, Recitations, and Scenes; Tragic, Pathetic, Comic, and Descriptive, Volum 1T. S. Hawks., 1857 |
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Side 61
... Pers . Why does Rome court him ? For his virtues ? No : To fire him to dominion : to blow up A civil war ; then to support him in it : He gains the name of king , and Rome the power . Peri . This is indeed the common art of Rome , Pers ...
... Pers . Why does Rome court him ? For his virtues ? No : To fire him to dominion : to blow up A civil war ; then to support him in it : He gains the name of king , and Rome the power . Peri . This is indeed the common art of Rome , Pers ...
Side 62
... Pers . To Dymas fly ! gain him , and think on this : A prince indebted , is a fortune inade . Enter DEMETRIUS . R. [ Exit PERICLES . L. Dem . How , brother ! unattired ! Have you forgot What pomps are due to this illustrious day ? Pers ...
... Pers . To Dymas fly ! gain him , and think on this : A prince indebted , is a fortune inade . Enter DEMETRIUS . R. [ Exit PERICLES . L. Dem . How , brother ! unattired ! Have you forgot What pomps are due to this illustrious day ? Pers ...
Side 63
... Pers . Come , you love peace ; that fair cheek hates a scar ; You that admire the Romans , break the bridge With Cocles , or with Curtius leap the gulf ; And league not with the voice of our foes . Dem . What vices ! Pers . With their ...
... Pers . Come , you love peace ; that fair cheek hates a scar ; You that admire the Romans , break the bridge With Cocles , or with Curtius leap the gulf ; And league not with the voice of our foes . Dem . What vices ! Pers . With their ...
Side 66
... Pers . Henceforth , my sole contention with my brother Is this which best obeys our father's will . Dem . Father , if simple nature ever speaks In her own language , scorning useless words , You see her now ; she swells into my eyes . I ...
... Pers . Henceforth , my sole contention with my brother Is this which best obeys our father's will . Dem . Father , if simple nature ever speaks In her own language , scorning useless words , You see her now ; she swells into my eyes . I ...
Side 85
... Pers . Why loiters my ambassador to Dymas ? His greatness will not sure presume to scorn A friendship offered from an heir of empire . But Pericles returns . Enter PERICLES , L. Is Dymas ours ? Peri . He's cautious , sir ; he's subtle ...
... Pers . Why loiters my ambassador to Dymas ? His greatness will not sure presume to scorn A friendship offered from an heir of empire . But Pericles returns . Enter PERICLES , L. Is Dymas ours ? Peri . He's cautious , sir ; he's subtle ...
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Side 83 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
Side 155 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die: to sleep...
Side 159 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing : It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Side 153 - 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.
Side 158 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, — in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful...
Side 204 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Side 159 - Pale Hecate's offerings : and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Side 152 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Side 151 - 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.
Side 74 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.