Mr. William Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems: TragediesHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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Pagina 5
... tell thee , Pandarus , When I do tell thee , there my hopes lie drown'd , Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd . I tell thee I am mad In Cressid's love : thou answer'st " She is fair ; " Pour'st in the open ulcer of my ...
... tell thee , Pandarus , When I do tell thee , there my hopes lie drown'd , Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd . I tell thee I am mad In Cressid's love : thou answer'st " She is fair ; " Pour'st in the open ulcer of my ...
Pagina 8
... tell them that : and there's Troilus will not come far behind him ; let them take heed of Troilus , I can tell them that too . Cres . What , is he angry too ? Pan . Who , Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of the two . Cres . O Jupiter ...
... tell them that : and there's Troilus will not come far behind him ; let them take heed of Troilus , I can tell them that too . Cres . What , is he angry too ? Pan . Who , Troilus ? Troilus is the better man of the two . Cres . O Jupiter ...
Pagina 10
... tell you them all by their names as they pass by ; but mark Troilus above the rest . Cres . Speak not so loud . ENEAS passes . 171 Pan . That's Eneas : is not that a brave man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy , I can tell you : but ...
... tell you them all by their names as they pass by ; but mark Troilus above the rest . Cres . Speak not so loud . ENEAS passes . 171 Pan . That's Eneas : is not that a brave man ? he's one of the flowers of Troy , I can tell you : but ...
Pagina 12
... telling how I took the blow ; unless it swell past hiding , and then it's past watching . Pan . You are such another ... tell him I come . [ Exit Boy . ] I doubt he be hurt . Fare ye well , good niece . Cres . Adieu , uncle . Pan . I'll ...
... telling how I took the blow ; unless it swell past hiding , and then it's past watching . Pan . You are such another ... tell him I come . [ Exit Boy . ] I doubt he be hurt . Fare ye well , good niece . Cres . Adieu , uncle . Pan . I'll ...
Pagina 20
... Tell him of Nestor , one that was a man When Hector's grandsire suck'd : he is old now ; But if there be not in our Grecian host One noble man that hath one spark of fire , To answer for his love , tell him from me I'll hide my silver ...
... Tell him of Nestor , one that was a man When Hector's grandsire suck'd : he is old now ; But if there be not in our Grecian host One noble man that hath one spark of fire , To answer for his love , tell him from me I'll hide my silver ...
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Pagina 423 - 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. For I have neither wit...
Pagina 561 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 398 - I have not slept 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.
Pagina 750 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.
Pagina 569 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pagina 422 - 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.
Pagina 548 - I know not,) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, — this brave o'erhanging firmament — this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form...
Pagina 421 - t is 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.
Pagina 419 - 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.
Pagina 594 - There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...