The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare Complete in 13 Volumes, 9±ÇOutlook Company, 1899 |
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... Cres- sida " into a regular tragedy . He complains that " the chief persons who give name to the tragedy are left alive : Cressida is false , and is not punished . " The excitement of pity and terror , we are told , is the only ground ...
... Cres- sida " into a regular tragedy . He complains that " the chief persons who give name to the tragedy are left alive : Cressida is false , and is not punished . " The excitement of pity and terror , we are told , is the only ground ...
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... Cres . Who were those went by ? Alex . Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . Up to the eastern tower , Whose height commands as subject all the vale , Queen Hecuba , and Helen . To see the battle . Hector , whose patience Is , as a virtue ...
... Cres . Who were those went by ? Alex . Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . Up to the eastern tower , Whose height commands as subject all the vale , Queen Hecuba , and Helen . To see the battle . Hector , whose patience Is , as a virtue ...
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... Cres . What was his cause of anger ? Alex . The noise goes , this : there is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him Ajax . Cres . Good ; and what of him ? Alex . They say he is a very man per se , And ...
... Cres . What was his cause of anger ? Alex . The noise goes , this : there is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him Ajax . Cres . Good ; and what of him ? Alex . They say he is a very man per se , And ...
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... Cres . Who comes here ? Alex . Madam , your uncle Pandarus . Enter PANDARUS . Cres . Hector's a gallant man . Alex . As may be in the world , lady . Pan . What's that ? what's that ? Cres . Good morrow , uncle Pandarus . Pan . Good ...
... Cres . Who comes here ? Alex . Madam , your uncle Pandarus . Enter PANDARUS . Cres . Hector's a gallant man . Alex . As may be in the world , lady . Pan . What's that ? what's that ? Cres . Good morrow , uncle Pandarus . Pan . Good ...
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... Cres . Ay ; if I ever saw him before , and knew him . Pan . Well , I say Troilus is Troilus . Cres . Then you say as I say ; for , I am sure , he is not Hector . Pan . No , nor Hector is not Troilus , in some degrees . Cres . ' Tis just ...
... Cres . Ay ; if I ever saw him before , and knew him . Pan . Well , I say Troilus is Troilus . Cres . Then you say as I say ; for , I am sure , he is not Hector . Pan . No , nor Hector is not Troilus , in some degrees . Cres . ' Tis just ...
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Caesar, I found it in his closet; '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.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe...
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, " This was a man i
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.