The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Band 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry you are honour- able , - -- 8 * Dignified , made respectable . - But yet they could have wish'd — they know 30 [ ACT II . TIMON OF ATHENS .
... voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry you are honour- able , - -- 8 * Dignified , made respectable . - But yet they could have wish'd — they know 30 [ ACT II . TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... voice to it ; the fault's Bloody ; ' tis necessary he should die : Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy . 2 Sen. Most true ; the law shall bruise him . Alcib . Honour , health , and compassion to the senate ! 1 Sen. Now , captain ...
... voice to it ; the fault's Bloody ; ' tis necessary he should die : Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy . 2 Sen. Most true ; the law shall bruise him . Alcib . Honour , health , and compassion to the senate ! 1 Sen. Now , captain ...
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... yet ? Tim . Ay , that I am not thee . Apem . I , that I was No prodigal . Tim . I , that I am one now ; 1 By his voice , sentence . 2 From infancy . Were all the wealth I have , shut up in SCENE III . ] 61 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... yet ? Tim . Ay , that I am not thee . Apem . I , that I was No prodigal . Tim . I , that I am one now ; 1 By his voice , sentence . 2 From infancy . Were all the wealth I have , shut up in SCENE III . ] 61 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... voice : the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly . It is held , - That valour is the chiefest virtue , and Most dignifies the haver : if it be , The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpois'd . At sixteen ...
... voice : the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly . It is held , - That valour is the chiefest virtue , and Most dignifies the haver : if it be , The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpois'd . At sixteen ...
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... voices ; One jot of ceremony . Men . Sir , the people neither will they bate Put them not to ' t : - Pray you , go fit you to the custom ; and Take to you , as your predecessors have , Your honour with your form . Cor . It is a part ...
... voices ; One jot of ceremony . Men . Sir , the people neither will they bate Put them not to ' t : - Pray you , go fit you to the custom ; and Take to you , as your predecessors have , Your honour with your form . Cor . It is a part ...
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Seite 217 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Seite 326 - 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.
Seite 261 - 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 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.
Seite 217 - 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 ourselve»dishonourable graves.
Seite 260 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Seite 264 - 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...
Seite 273 - For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius...
Seite 263 - 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.
Seite 256 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy : Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war...
Seite 258 - 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.