The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Jilid 5Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... peace , nor war ? the one affrights you ; The other makes you proud . He that trusts to you , Where he should find you lions , finds you hares ; Where foxes , geese : you are no surer , no , Than is the coal of fire upon the ice , Or ...
... peace , nor war ? the one affrights you ; The other makes you proud . He that trusts to you , Where he should find you lions , finds you hares ; Where foxes , geese : you are no surer , no , Than is the coal of fire upon the ice , Or ...
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... peace you make in their cause is , calling both the parties knaves . You are a pair of strange ones . Bru . Come , come , you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table , than a necessary bencher in the Capitol . Men ...
... peace you make in their cause is , calling both the parties knaves . You are a pair of strange ones . Bru . Come , come , you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table , than a necessary bencher in the Capitol . Men ...
Halaman 54
... Peace , peace , peace ! stay , hold , peace ! Men . What is about to be ? - I am out of breath ; Confusion ' s near : I cannot speak . - You , tribunes To the people , — Coriolanus , patience : - Speak , good Sicinius . Sic . Hear me ...
... Peace , peace , peace ! stay , hold , peace ! Men . What is about to be ? - I am out of breath ; Confusion ' s near : I cannot speak . - You , tribunes To the people , — Coriolanus , patience : - Speak , good Sicinius . Sic . Hear me ...
Halaman 55
... Peace , peace ! Men . Be that you seem , truly your country's friend , And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress . Bru . Sir , those cold ways , That seem like prudent helps , are very poisonous Lay hands upon him ...
... Peace , peace ! Men . Be that you seem , truly your country's friend , And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress . Bru . Sir , those cold ways , That seem like prudent helps , are very poisonous Lay hands upon him ...
Halaman 57
... Peace ! Men . Do not cry havock , where you should but hunt With modest warrant . Sic . Sir , how comes ' t , that you Have holp to make this rescue ? Men . As I do know the consul's worthiness , So can I name his faults . Sic . Hear me ...
... Peace ! Men . Do not cry havock , where you should but hunt With modest warrant . Sic . Sir , how comes ' t , that you Have holp to make this rescue ? Men . As I do know the consul's worthiness , So can I name his faults . Sic . Hear me ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antium Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius banished Banquo bear BENVOLIO blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius CAPULET Casca Cassius Cominius CORIOLANUS dead death dost doth enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell father fear Flav Fleance fool friar friends give gods gone hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence honour Juliet JULIUS CÆSAR Lady Lart live look lord Lucilius Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam Marcius Mark Antony MENENIUS Mercutio Messala Montague mother ne'er night noble Nurse peace Poet pr'ythee pray Re-enter Roman Rome Romeo Rosse SCENE Senators Serv Servant shalt sleep soldier speak stand stay sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself Timon Titinius to-night tongue Tybalt unto villain Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA wife Witch word worthy
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Halaman 322 - 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: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Halaman 155 - Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun...
Halaman 316 - 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. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Halaman 365 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Halaman 375 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time , for, from this instant, There 's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Halaman 329 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Halaman 291 - 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.
Halaman 365 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Halaman 279 - He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : '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,
Halaman 384 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further ! Lady M.