The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumen5E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : Receive them , then , the tribute that I owe , Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet . Sat. Thanks , noble Titus , father of my life ! How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts , Rome shall ...
... Presents well worthy Rome's imperial lord : Receive them , then , the tribute that I owe , Mine honour's ensigns humbled at thy feet . Sat. Thanks , noble Titus , father of my life ! How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts , Rome shall ...
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... present death I beg ; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worse than killing lust , And tumble me into some loathsome pit , Where never man's eye may behold my body : Do this , and be a ...
... present death I beg ; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worse than killing lust , And tumble me into some loathsome pit , Where never man's eye may behold my body : Do this , and be a ...
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... Presents that I intend to send them both : Come , come ; thou'lt do thy message , wilt thou not ? Boy . Ay , with my dagger in their bosoms , grandsire . Tit . No , boy , not so ; I'll teach thee another course . Lavinia , come ...
... Presents that I intend to send them both : Come , come ; thou'lt do thy message , wilt thou not ? Boy . Ay , with my dagger in their bosoms , grandsire . Tit . No , boy , not so ; I'll teach thee another course . Lavinia , come ...
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... present Your lordships , that , ( 6 ) whenever you have need , You may be armèd and appointed well : And so I leave you both , -like bloody villains [ aside ] . [ Exeunt Boy and Attendant . Dem . What's here ? A scroll ; and written ...
... present Your lordships , that , ( 6 ) whenever you have need , You may be armèd and appointed well : And so I leave you both , -like bloody villains [ aside ] . [ Exeunt Boy and Attendant . Dem . What's here ? A scroll ; and written ...
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... present . Tit . Why , there it goes : God give his lordship joy ! Enter a Clown , with a basket , and two pigeons in it . News , news from heaven ! Marcus , the post is come.— Sirrah , what tidings ? have you any letters ? Shall I have ...
... present . Tit . Why , there it goes : God give his lordship joy ! Enter a Clown , with a basket , and two pigeons in it . News , news from heaven ! Marcus , the post is come.— Sirrah , what tidings ? have you any letters ? Shall I have ...
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Página 519 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Página 489 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 339 - 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...
Página 338 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 512 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Página 294 - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication...
Página 573 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Página 332 - All pity choked with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry
Página 490 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth body.
Página 529 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.