The Shakespeare reader: with notes, historical and grammatical by W.S. Dalgleish, 2. cilt |
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Sayfa 168
... pray you . First Cit . Our business is not unknown to the senate ; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do , which now we'll show ' em in deeds . They say poor suitors have strong breaths : they shall know we have ...
... pray you . First Cit . Our business is not unknown to the senate ; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do , which now we'll show ' em in deeds . They say poor suitors have strong breaths : they shall know we have ...
Sayfa 171
... pray , follow . [ Citizens steal away . Exeunt all but Sicinius and Brutus . Sic . Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius ? Bru . He has no equal . Sic . When we were chosen tribunes for the people— Bru . Marked you his lip and eyes ...
... pray , follow . [ Citizens steal away . Exeunt all but Sicinius and Brutus . Sic . Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius ? Bru . He has no equal . Sic . When we were chosen tribunes for the people— Bru . Marked you his lip and eyes ...
Sayfa 174
... Pray now , no more : my mother , Who has a charter to extol her blood , When she does praise me , grieves me . I have done As you have done ; that's what I can induced As you have been ; that's for my country : He that has but effected ...
... Pray now , no more : my mother , Who has a charter to extol her blood , When she does praise me , grieves me . I have done As you have done ; that's what I can induced As you have been ; that's for my country : He that has but effected ...
Sayfa 176
... Pray now , sit down . Men . Cor . I had rather have one scratch my head i ' the sun When the alarum were struck , than idly sit To hear my nothings monstered . Men . Masters of the people , Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter ...
... Pray now , sit down . Men . Cor . I had rather have one scratch my head i ' the sun When the alarum were struck , than idly sit To hear my nothings monstered . Men . Masters of the people , Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter ...
Sayfa 178
... Pray you , go fit you to the custom , and Take to you , as your predecessors have , Your honour with your form . It is a part Cor . That I shall blush in acting , and might well Be taken from the people . Bru . Mark you that ? Cor . To ...
... Pray you , go fit you to the custom , and Take to you , as your predecessors have , Your honour with your form . It is a part Cor . That I shall blush in acting , and might well Be taken from the people . Bru . Mark you that ? Cor . To ...
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Aedile Ariel Arth Arthur Aufidius bear blood Caius Marcius Caliban Cham Citizens Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom Cromwell dare daughter Dauphin death deeds doth Duke enemy England Enter envy Exeunt eyes father FAULCONBRIDGE fear Ferdinand France friends Gent give gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert ISABELLA of Angoulême Kath KING JOHN king's lady LARTIUS lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Marchioness of Pembroke MENENIUS Milan Miranda mother ne'er never noble noun Pandulph Patricians peace Pembroke Philip play pray prince Pros Prospero queen revenge Richard II Rome SCENE Senators Shakespeare SICINIUS soul speak spirit stand subjunctive mood sword Tarpeian Rock thee thine Thou art thou hast tongue tribunes unto voices Volsces Volscians Volumnia wife Wolsey words
Popüler pasajlar
Sayfa 256 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Sayfa 254 - 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.
Sayfa 241 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Sayfa 255 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Sayfa 255 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Sayfa 149 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Sayfa 153 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Sayfa 256 - 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.
Sayfa 169 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye! With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Sayfa 148 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again ; VOL.