The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Том 6Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1811 |
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Стр. 45
... true nobility , she has Carried herself towards me . Wol . Most gracious sir , In humblest manner I require your highness , That it shall please you to declare , in hearing Of all these ears , ( for where i am robb'd and bound , There ...
... true nobility , she has Carried herself towards me . Wol . Most gracious sir , In humblest manner I require your highness , That it shall please you to declare , in hearing Of all these ears , ( for where i am robb'd and bound , There ...
Стр. 51
... true one ? A woman ( I dare say , without vain - glory , ) Never yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king ? lov'd him next heaven ? obey'd him ? Been , out of fondness , superstitious to him ? 6 ...
... true one ? A woman ( I dare say , without vain - glory , ) Never yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king ? lov'd him next heaven ? obey'd him ? Been , out of fondness , superstitious to him ? 6 ...
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... true : And , if you may confess it , say withal , If you are bound to us , or no . ? What say you Wol . My sovereign , 1 confess , your royal graces , Shower'd on me daily , have been more , than could My studied purposes requite ...
... true : And , if you may confess it , say withal , If you are bound to us , or no . ? What say you Wol . My sovereign , 1 confess , your royal graces , Shower'd on me daily , have been more , than could My studied purposes requite ...
Стр. 64
... true thou art he will advance thee ; Some little memory of me will stir him , ( I know his noble nature , ) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell , Neglect him not : make use now , 4 and provide [ 3 ] The chancellor ...
... true thou art he will advance thee ; Some little memory of me will stir him , ( I know his noble nature , ) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell , Neglect him not : make use now , 4 and provide [ 3 ] The chancellor ...
Стр. 65
... true a master ? Bear witness , all that have not hearts of iron , With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.- The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever , and for ever , shall be your's . Wol . Cromwell , I did not think ...
... true a master ? Bear witness , all that have not hearts of iron , With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.- The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever , and for ever , shall be your's . Wol . Cromwell , I did not think ...
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Стр. 54 - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Стр. 47 - 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. 44 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Стр. 29 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Стр. 54 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Стр. 45 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, 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 ! 4 Cit.
Стр. 98 - 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.
Стр. 42 - 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. 44 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Стр. 9 - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. 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...