The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... voice ; and that not pass'd me , but By learned approbation of the judges . If I am traduc'd by tongues , which neither know My faculties , nor person , yet will be The chronicles of my doing , -let me say , ' Tis but the fate of place ...
... voice ; and that not pass'd me , but By learned approbation of the judges . If I am traduc'd by tongues , which neither know My faculties , nor person , yet will be The chronicles of my doing , -let me say , ' Tis but the fate of place ...
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... voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge ...
... voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies , fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham . How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they have left their barge ...
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... voice of Christendom : Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ? The Spaniard , tied by blood and favour to her ... voices ; Rome , the nurse of judge . ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this ...
... voice of Christendom : Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ? The Spaniard , tied by blood and favour to her ... voices ; Rome , the nurse of judge . ment , Invited by your noble self , hath sent One general tongue unto us , this ...
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... voice is now Only about her coronation . Wol . There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me , all my glories The chancellor is the guardian of orphans . E VOL . VI . In that one woman I have lost ...
... voice is now Only about her coronation . Wol . There was the weight that pull'd me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me , all my glories The chancellor is the guardian of orphans . E VOL . VI . In that one woman I have lost ...
الصفحة 81
... voice goes , madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York , and brought him forward ( As a mau sorely tainted ) , to his answer , He fell sick suddenly , and grew so ill , He could not sit his mule . * This scene ...
... voice goes , madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York , and brought him forward ( As a mau sorely tainted ) , to his answer , He fell sick suddenly , and grew so ill , He could not sit his mule . * This scene ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
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الصفحة 173 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
الصفحة 281 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
الصفحة 70 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
الصفحة 130 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
الصفحة 70 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 104 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
الصفحة 173 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
الصفحة 72 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
الصفحة 401 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
الصفحة 425 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.