Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volumen5G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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The gods require our thanks . You great benefaétors , sprinkle our society with
thankfulness . For your own gifts , make yourselves praised : , but reserve still to
give , left your deities be despised . Lend to each man enough , that one need not
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The gods require our thanks . You great benefaétors , sprinkle our society with
thankfulness . For your own gifts , make yourselves praised : , but reserve still to
give , left your deities be despised . Lend to each man enough , that one need not
...
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Timon will to the woods ; where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder
than mankind . The gods confound ( hear me , you good gods all , ) The
Athenians both within and out that wall ! And grant , as Timon grows , his hate
may grow To ...
Timon will to the woods ; where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder
than mankind . The gods confound ( hear me , you good gods all , ) The
Athenians both within and out that wall ! And grant , as Timon grows , his hate
may grow To ...
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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 waspilh . Cas . Is it come to this ? Bru . You say , you are a better soldier ...
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 waspilh . Cas . Is it come to this ? Bru . You say , you are a better soldier ...
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But , truly , these fame whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women ;
for in every ten that they make , the devils mar five . Cleo . Well , get thee gone ;
farewell . Clown . Yes , forsooth ; I wish you joy of the worm . [ Exit . Re - enter Ir
As ...
But , truly , these fame whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their women ;
for in every ten that they make , the devils mar five . Cleo . Well , get thee gone ;
farewell . Clown . Yes , forsooth ; I wish you joy of the worm . [ Exit . Re - enter Ir
As ...
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Crm . If this be so , the gods do mean to strike mg To death with mortal joy . Pis .
How fares my mistress ? Imo . O , get thee from my sight ; Thou gav ' st me poison
: dangerous fellow , hence ! Breathe not where princes are . Crm . The tune of ...
Crm . If this be so , the gods do mean to strike mg To death with mortal joy . Pis .
How fares my mistress ? Imo . O , get thee from my sight ; Thou gav ' st me poison
: dangerous fellow , hence ! Breathe not where princes are . Crm . The tune of ...
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againſt Antony Apem attend bear beſt better blood bring brother Brutus Cæfar Cæs Cæſar Cleo comes dead death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fall father fear firſt follow fool fortune friends give gods gold gone hand hath head hear heart heaven honour houſe I'll Italy keep king lady leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark maſter mean moſt mother muſt myſelf nature never night noble peace pleaſe poor Post pray preſent queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee Serv ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſir ſome ſon ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch ſword tears tell thank thee theſe thine thing thoſe thou thou art thought Timon Titus tongue true whoſe worthy
Pasajes populares
Página 264 - 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, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Página 260 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 264 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; 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.
Página 326 - ... steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Página 297 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Página 217 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 217 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
Página 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.
Página 260 - 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.
Página 294 - 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 mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!