Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWells and Lilly, 1818 - 352 strán (strany) |
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Strana 49
... look to have ; But in their stead , curses , not loud but deep , Mouth - honour , breath , which the poor heart Would fain deny , and dare not . " We can conceive a common actor to play Richard tolerably well ; we can conceive no one to ...
... look to have ; But in their stead , curses , not loud but deep , Mouth - honour , breath , which the poor heart Would fain deny , and dare not . " We can conceive a common actor to play Richard tolerably well ; we can conceive no one to ...
Strana 54
... look you , Cassius-- The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being ...
... look you , Cassius-- The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being ...
Strana 55
... look , He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous . Antony . Fear him not , Cæsar , he's not dangerous : He is a ... looks Quite through the deeds of men . He loves no plays , As thou dost , Antony ; he bears no musick : Seldom he ...
... look , He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous . Antony . Fear him not , Cæsar , he's not dangerous : He is a ... looks Quite through the deeds of men . He loves no plays , As thou dost , Antony ; he bears no musick : Seldom he ...
Strana 65
... Look where he comes , " & c . this state of exasperation and violence , after the first paroxysms of his grief and tenderness have had their vent in that passionate apostrophe , " I felt not Cassio's kisses on her lips , " Iago by false ...
... Look where he comes , " & c . this state of exasperation and violence , after the first paroxysms of his grief and tenderness have had their vent in that passionate apostrophe , " I felt not Cassio's kisses on her lips , " Iago by false ...
Strana 66
... look back , ne'er ebb to humble love " till his revenge is sure of its object , the painful regrets and involuntary recollections of past circumstances , which cross his mind amidst the dim trances of passion , aggravating the sense of ...
... look back , ne'er ebb to humble love " till his revenge is sure of its object , the painful regrets and involuntary recollections of past circumstances , which cross his mind amidst the dim trances of passion , aggravating the sense of ...
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Strana 177 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Strana 127 - And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Strana 52 - That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire, And do you now cull out a holiday, And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Strana 251 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Strana 254 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Strana 295 - Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more, Thou art not thyself...
Strana 318 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Strana 169 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Strana 170 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Strana 154 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...