The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 6Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... thing of courage , As rous'd with rage , with rage doth sympathize , And with an accent tun'd in selfsame key Retorts ( 17 ) to chiding fortune . Ulyss . Agamemnon , - Thou great commander , nerve and bone of Greece , Heart of our ...
... thing of courage , As rous'd with rage , with rage doth sympathize , And with an accent tun'd in selfsame key Retorts ( 17 ) to chiding fortune . Ulyss . Agamemnon , - Thou great commander , nerve and bone of Greece , Heart of our ...
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... , And , hark , what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores , And make a sop of all this solid globe : SCENE III . ] 19 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... , And , hark , what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores , And make a sop of all this solid globe : SCENE III . ] 19 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
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... thing includes itself in power , Power into will , will into appetite ; And appetite , an universal wolf , So doubly seconded with will and power , Must make perforce an universal prey , ( 26 ) And last eat up himself . Great Agamemnon ...
... thing includes itself in power , Power into will , will into appetite ; And appetite , an universal wolf , So doubly seconded with will and power , Must make perforce an universal prey , ( 26 ) And last eat up himself . Great Agamemnon ...
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... thing of no bowels , thou ! Ajax . You dog ! Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do , rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ...
... thing of no bowels , thou ! Ajax . You dog ! Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do , rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ...
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... thing not ours nor worth to us , Had it our name , the value of one ten , — What merit's in that reason which denies The yielding of her up ? Tro . Fie , fie , my brother ! Weigh you the worth and honour of a king , So great as our ...
... thing not ours nor worth to us , Had it our name , the value of one ten , — What merit's in that reason which denies The yielding of her up ? Tro . Fie , fie , my brother ! Weigh you the worth and honour of a king , So great as our ...
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Seite 657 - 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 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.
Seite 657 - 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.
Seite 442 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 620 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Seite 632 - 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.
Seite 668 - 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.
Seite 387 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Seite 656 - 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...
Seite 620 - 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 ; 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their...
Seite 622 - 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 moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,...