The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Том 8F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Стр. 52
... once more feast the rascals . Flav . O my lord , You only speak from your distracted soul ; There is not so much left , to furnish out A moderate table . Tim . Be't not in thy care ; go , 1 charge thee ; invite them all : let in the ...
... once more feast the rascals . Flav . O my lord , You only speak from your distracted soul ; There is not so much left , to furnish out A moderate table . Tim . Be't not in thy care ; go , 1 charge thee ; invite them all : let in the ...
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... once to the lord and the man - hater . The impatience with which he bears to have his luxury reproached by one that never had luxury within his reach , is natural and graceful . JOHNSON . -first swath , ] From infancy . Swath is the ...
... once to the lord and the man - hater . The impatience with which he bears to have his luxury reproached by one that never had luxury within his reach , is natural and graceful . JOHNSON . -first swath , ] From infancy . Swath is the ...
Стр. 87
... once liv'd to see two honest men ? Poet . Sir , Having often of your open bounty tasted , Hearing you were retir'd , your friends fall'n off , of our promise , is , except among the lower classes of mankind , quite out of use . Whose ...
... once liv'd to see two honest men ? Poet . Sir , Having often of your open bounty tasted , Hearing you were retir'd , your friends fall'n off , of our promise , is , except among the lower classes of mankind , quite out of use . Whose ...
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... once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come , And let my grave - stone be your oracle.— Lips , let sour words go by , and language end : What is amiss , plague and infection mend ! Graves only be ...
... once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come , And let my grave - stone be your oracle.— Lips , let sour words go by , and language end : What is amiss , plague and infection mend ! Graves only be ...
Стр. 105
... once . 1 Cit . You are all resolved rather to die , than to famish ? Cit . Resolved , resolved . 1 Cit . First you know , Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people . Cit . We know't , we know't . 1 Cit . Let us kill him , and we'll ...
... once . 1 Cit . You are all resolved rather to die , than to famish ? Cit . Resolved , resolved . 1 Cit . First you know , Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people . Cit . We know't , we know't . 1 Cit . Let us kill him , and we'll ...
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Стр. 280 - 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. 267 - 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. 459 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; ' young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Стр. 303 - Caesar lov'd him: This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Стр. 312 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Стр. 268 - 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.
Стр. 298 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude , that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Стр. 257 - 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. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Стр. 476 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Стр. 304 - 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, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle...