The Works of Shakespeare, כרך 8Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 47
עמוד 25
... dear Brutus , is not in our stars , 112. Eneas , regarded in Roman legend as the progenitor of the Roman people . He was said to have borne his father Anchises on his shoulders from the flames of Troy ( Vergil , Æn . A 120 130 140 123 ...
... dear Brutus , is not in our stars , 112. Eneas , regarded in Roman legend as the progenitor of the Roman people . He was said to have borne his father Anchises on his shoulders from the flames of Troy ( Vergil , Æn . A 120 130 140 123 ...
עמוד 48
... Dear my lord , Make me acquainted with your cause of grief . Bru . I am not well in health , and that is all . Por . Brutus is wise , and , were he not in health , He would embrace the means to come by it . Bru . Why , so I do . Por ...
... Dear my lord , Make me acquainted with your cause of grief . Bru . I am not well in health , and that is all . Por . Brutus is wise , and , were he not in health , He would embrace the means to come by it . Bru . Why , so I do . Por ...
עמוד 49
... dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart . Por . If this were true , then should I know this secret . I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife : I grant am a woman ; but withal A woman ...
... dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart . Por . If this were true , then should I know this secret . I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife : I grant am a woman ; but withal A woman ...
עמוד 55
... dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable . Cas . How foolish do your fears seem now , Calpurnia ! I am ashamed I did yield to them . Give me my robe , for I will go . Enter PUBLIUS ...
... dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable . Cas . How foolish do your fears seem now , Calpurnia ! I am ashamed I did yield to them . Give me my robe , for I will go . Enter PUBLIUS ...
עמוד 72
... dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say , that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you ...
... dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say , that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you ...
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bear blood Brabantio Brutus Cæs Casca Cassio Cinna Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS Farewell father fear follow Fortinbras Fourth Cit gentlemen Ghost give grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio Iago Julius Cæsar King lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Mark Antony marry Messala Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Octavius Ophelia Othello play Plutarch Polonius pray Prithee Queen Re-enter revenge Roderigo Roman Rome Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Shakespeare soul speak speech spirit stand sweet sword tell thee There's thing Third Cit thou art thou hast thought Titinius to-night villain wife word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 279 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
עמוד 25 - 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. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
עמוד 96 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
עמוד 77 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
עמוד 144 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't!
עמוד 236 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.
עמוד 75 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
עמוד 41 - 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.
עמוד 144 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
עמוד 78 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.