The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volumen16 |
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So , in St. Luke , xviii . 11 : “ God , I thank thee , I am not as this publican . " The pronoun - such , only disorders the measure . STEEVENS . 5 1 The counsellor heart , " the arm our soldier SC . I. 11 CORIOLANUS .
So , in St. Luke , xviii . 11 : “ God , I thank thee , I am not as this publican . " The pronoun - such , only disorders the measure . STEEVENS . 5 1 The counsellor heart , " the arm our soldier SC . I. 11 CORIOLANUS .
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1 The counsellor heart , " the arm our soldier , Our steed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter , With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabrick , if that theyMEN . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow speaks !
1 The counsellor heart , " the arm our soldier , Our steed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter , With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabrick , if that theyMEN . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow speaks !
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9 And , through the cranks and offices of man , The strongest nerves , and small inferior veins , Even to the court , the heart , to the seat , the brain . He uses seat for throne , the royal seat , which the first editors probably not ...
9 And , through the cranks and offices of man , The strongest nerves , and small inferior veins , Even to the court , the heart , to the seat , the brain . He uses seat for throne , the royal seat , which the first editors probably not ...
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... And a petition granted them , a strange one , ( To break the heart of generosity , And make bold power look pale , ) they threw their caps nounced in Staffordshire , where they say - picke me such a thing , that is , pitch or throw ...
... And a petition granted them , a strange one , ( To break the heart of generosity , And make bold power look pale , ) they threw their caps nounced in Staffordshire , where they say - picke me such a thing , that is , pitch or throw ...
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Now put your shields before your hearts , and fight With hearts more proof than shields .-- Advance , brave Titus : They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts , Which makes me sweat with wrath . - Come on , my fellows ; He that retires ...
Now put your shields before your hearts , and fight With hearts more proof than shields .-- Advance , brave Titus : They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts , Which makes me sweat with wrath . - Come on , my fellows ; He that retires ...
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PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Isaac 1742-1807 Reed,Samuel 1709-1784 Johnson Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
ancient answer Antony appears Aufidius bear believe better blood body Brutus Cæsar called CASCA Cassius cause Citizens common Coriolanus death doth editors enemies Enter Exeunt expression eyes fear folio friends give given gods hand hast hath head hear heart hold honour Johnson King Henry leave less live look lord MALONE March Marcius Mark Mason matter means meet Menenius mind mother nature never noble old copy once passage peace Perhaps play Plutarch pray present Roman Rome SCENE senate sense SERV Shakspeare signifies speak speech spirit stand STEEVENS sword tell thee thing thou thought tongue translation tribunes true turn unto voices WARBURTON wife word worthy wounds
Pasajes populares
Página 354 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 359 - 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.
Página 356 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now, lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 354 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Página 258 - 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 live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 267 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : 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 376 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Página 358 - 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 378 - O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? Bru. All this ! ay, more : fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Página 271 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.