The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline |
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William Shakespeare . as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes in : there's
none abroad so wholesome as That you vent . Clot . If my shirt were bloody , then
to shift it Have I hurt him ? 2 Lord . No , faith : Not so much as his patience .
William Shakespeare . as a sacrifice . Where air comes out , air comes in : there's
none abroad so wholesome as That you vent . Clot . If my shirt were bloody , then
to shift it Have I hurt him ? 2 Lord . No , faith : Not so much as his patience .
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Clot . When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear , it is not for any standers - by to
curtail his oathis . Ha ? 2 Lord . No , my lord ; nor crop the ears of them . { Aside .
Clot . Whoreson dog ! I give him satisfaction ? ' would , he had been one of my
rank ...
Clot . When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear , it is not for any standers - by to
curtail his oathis . Ha ? 2 Lord . No , my lord ; nor crop the ears of them . { Aside .
Clot . Whoreson dog ! I give him satisfaction ? ' would , he had been one of my
rank ...
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Clot . A Gentleman . Lady . No more ? Clot . Yes , and a gentlewoman's son .
Lady . That's more Than fome , whose taylors are as dear as yours , Can justly
boast of : what's your lordship's pleasure ? Clot . Your lady's person ; is she ready
?
Clot . A Gentleman . Lady . No more ? Clot . Yes , and a gentlewoman's son .
Lady . That's more Than fome , whose taylors are as dear as yours , Can justly
boast of : what's your lordship's pleasure ? Clot . Your lady's person ; is she ready
?
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Clot . The south - fog rot him ! Imo . He never can meet more mischance , than
come To be but nam'd of thee . His meanest garment , That ever had but clipt his
body , ' s dearer In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made
...
Clot . The south - fog rot him ! Imo . He never can meet more mischance , than
come To be but nam'd of thee . His meanest garment , That ever had but clipt his
body , ' s dearer In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all made
...
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Clot , Thou villain basc , Know'st me not by my clothes ? Guid . No , nor thy iaylor ,
rascal , Who is thy grandfather ; he made those clothes , Which , as it seems ,
make thee . Clot . Thou precious varlet ! My taylor made them not . Guid . Hence ...
Clot , Thou villain basc , Know'st me not by my clothes ? Guid . No , nor thy iaylor ,
rascal , Who is thy grandfather ; he made those clothes , Which , as it seems ,
make thee . Clot . Thou precious varlet ! My taylor made them not . Guid . Hence ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.