The Works of William Shakespeare: Triolus and Cressida. Coriolanus. Titus Andronicus. Romeo and Juliet. Timon of Athens. Julius CaesarChapman and Hall, 1875 - 1124ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... thee , Pandarus , - When I do tell thee , there my hopes lie drown'd , Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Cressid's love : thou answer'st , " she is fair ; " Pour'st in the open ulcer of ...
... thee , Pandarus , - When I do tell thee , there my hopes lie drown'd , Reply not in how many fathoms deep They lie indrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Cressid's love : thou answer'st , " she is fair ; " Pour'st in the open ulcer of ...
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... thee , thou mongrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak , then , thou vinewedst leaven , speak : I ( 43 ) will beat thee into handsomeness . Ther . I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horse will sooner con ...
... thee , thou mongrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak , then , thou vinewedst leaven , speak : I ( 43 ) will beat thee into handsomeness . Ther . I shall sooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horse will sooner con ...
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... thee ; I would make thee the loathsom- est scab in Greece . When thou art forth in the incursions , thou strikest as slow as another . Ajax . I say , the proclamation ! Ther . Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles ; and thou ...
... thee ; I would make thee the loathsom- est scab in Greece . When thou art forth in the incursions , thou strikest as slow as another . Ajax . I say , the proclamation ! Ther . Thou grumblest and railest every hour on Achilles ; and thou ...
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... thee from a tutor , and discipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen ...
... thee from a tutor , and discipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then if she that lays thee out says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen ...
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... thee in so strain'd a purity , That the bless'd gods , as angry with my fancy , More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities , take thee from me . Cres . Have the gods envy ? Pan . Ay , ay , ay , ay ...
... thee in so strain'd a purity , That the bless'd gods , as angry with my fancy , More bright in zeal than the devotion which Cold lips blow to their deities , take thee from me . Cres . Have the gods envy ? Pan . Ay , ay , ay , ay ...
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657 ÆäÀÌÁö - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones : So let it be with Caesar.
668 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
660 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
660 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! ... Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, 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?
656 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
660 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ant. Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ; — What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
657 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men;) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable 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...
658 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
631 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.