The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs , difdains the fhadow Which he treads on at noon ; but I do wonder , His infolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius . Brù . Fame , at the which he aims , In whom already he is well grac ...
... Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs , difdains the fhadow Which he treads on at noon ; but I do wonder , His infolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius . Brù . Fame , at the which he aims , In whom already he is well grac ...
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... Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack fons . Men . Now the Gods crown thee ! Cor . And live you yet ? O my sweet Lady , pardon . [ To Valeria . Vol . I know not where to turn . O welcome home ; And welcome ...
... Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack fons . Men . Now the Gods crown thee ! Cor . And live you yet ? O my sweet Lady , pardon . [ To Valeria . Vol . I know not where to turn . O welcome home ; And welcome ...
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... such childish friendliness To yield your voices ? Bru . Could you not have told him , As you were leffon'd ; when he had no Power , But was a petty fervant to the State , He was your enemy ; ftill spake against Your liberties , and ...
... such childish friendliness To yield your voices ? Bru . Could you not have told him , As you were leffon'd ; when he had no Power , But was a petty fervant to the State , He was your enemy ; ftill spake against Your liberties , and ...
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... such a Part , which never I fhall difcharge to th ' life . Com . Come , come , we'll prompt you . Vol . Ay , pr'ythee now , fweet Son ; as thou haft faid , My praifes made thee firft a Soldier , so , To To have my praise for this ...
... such a Part , which never I fhall difcharge to th ' life . Com . Come , come , we'll prompt you . Vol . Ay , pr'ythee now , fweet Son ; as thou haft faid , My praifes made thee firft a Soldier , so , To To have my praise for this ...
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... such a decay'd Dotard as you feem to be ? can you think to blow out the in- tended fire your city is ready to flame in , with fuch weak breath as this ? no , you are deceiv'd , therefore back to Rome , and prepare for your execution ...
... such a decay'd Dotard as you feem to be ? can you think to blow out the in- tended fire your city is ready to flame in , with fuch weak breath as this ? no , you are deceiv'd , therefore back to Rome , and prepare for your execution ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt anſwer Aufidius beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth Enobarbus Eros Exeunt Exit faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen Lady laft Lart lefs Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony Meffenger Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th Octavia peace Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Volfcians Volumnius whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 127 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Seite 149 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Seite 169 - It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Seite 171 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Seite 138 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Seite 171 - 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.
Seite 169 - tis 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.
Seite 301 - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
Seite 305 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Seite 165 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.