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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... Whose eyes are on this fovereign lady fix'd , One do I perfonate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present flaves and servants Tranflates his rivals . PAIN . ' Tis conceiv'd ...
... Whose eyes are on this fovereign lady fix'd , One do I perfonate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present flaves and servants Tranflates his rivals . PAIN . ' Tis conceiv'd ...
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... whose death , he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , Imprifon'd , and in fcarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents : Greet him from me ; Bid him suppose , fome good neceffity Touches his friend , which craves ...
... whose death , he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , Imprifon'd , and in fcarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents : Greet him from me ; Bid him suppose , fome good neceffity Touches his friend , which craves ...
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... Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy ; Think it a bastard , whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut , And mince it fans remorfe : Swear against objects ; Put armour on thine ears , and on thine ...
... Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy ; Think it a bastard , whom the oracle Hath doubtfully pronounc'd thy throat shall cut , And mince it fans remorfe : Swear against objects ; Put armour on thine ears , and on thine ...
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... whose pious breath feeks to convert you , Be ftrong in whore , allure him , burn him up ; Let your clofe fire predominate his smoke , And be no turncoats : Yet may your pains , fix months , Be quite contrary : And thatch your poor thin ...
... whose pious breath feeks to convert you , Be ftrong in whore , allure him , burn him up ; Let your clofe fire predominate his smoke , And be no turncoats : Yet may your pains , fix months , Be quite contrary : And thatch your poor thin ...
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... Whose womb unmeasurable , and infinite breast , Teems , and feeds all ; whose felf - fame mettle , Whereof thy proud child , arrogant man , is puff'd , Engenders the black toad , and adder blue , The gilded newt , and eyeless venom'd ...
... Whose womb unmeasurable , and infinite breast , Teems , and feeds all ; whose felf - fame mettle , Whereof thy proud child , arrogant man , is puff'd , Engenders the black toad , and adder blue , The gilded newt , and eyeless venom'd ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Afide againſt ALCIB Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Antony APEM Apemantus Aufidius beſt Brutus Cæfar Caffius CASCA cauſe CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE death defire doft doth Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame fear fenators fervice fhall fhould fhow firſt flain FLAV foldier fome forrow fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart himſelf honeft honour houſe IACH lady Lavinia lord Lucius madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'the Octavia pleaſe pleaſure Pompey praiſe pray preſent purpoſe queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand Tamora tell thee thefe There's theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS uſe whofe whoſe yourſelf
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!