The Plays of Shakespeare, Volume 3G. Routledge & Company, 1860 |
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Pagina 129
... Rome are this good belly , And you the mutinous members : for , examine Their counsels and their cares ; digest things rightly , Touching the weal o ' the common ; you shall find , No public benefit which you receive , But it proceeds ...
... Rome are this good belly , And you the mutinous members : for , examine Their counsels and their cares ; digest things rightly , Touching the weal o ' the common ; you shall find , No public benefit which you receive , But it proceeds ...
Pagina 132
... Rome was ready To answer us . AUF . Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd , till when They needs must show themselves ; which in the hatching , It seem'd , appear'd to Rome . By the discovery , We shall be ...
... Rome was ready To answer us . AUF . Nor did you think it folly To keep your great pretences veil'd , till when They needs must show themselves ; which in the hatching , It seem'd , appear'd to Rome . By the discovery , We shall be ...
Pagina 133
... Rome : his bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping , forth he goes , Like to a harvest - man , that's task'd to mow Or all , or lose his hire . VIR . His bloody brow ! O , Jupiter , no blood ! VOL . Away , you fool ! it more ...
... Rome : his bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping , forth he goes , Like to a harvest - man , that's task'd to mow Or all , or lose his hire . VIR . His bloody brow ! O , Jupiter , no blood ! VOL . Away , you fool ! it more ...
Pagina 137
... Rome . A public Place . There is the man of my soul's hate , Aufidius , Piercing our Romans : then , valiant Titus , take Convenient numbers to make good the city ; Whilst I , with those that have the spirit , will haste To help ...
... Rome . A public Place . There is the man of my soul's hate , Aufidius , Piercing our Romans : then , valiant Titus , take Convenient numbers to make good the city ; Whilst I , with those that have the spirit , will haste To help ...
Pagina 138
... Rome ,. Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash , To let him slip at will . Where is that slave COM . Which told me they had beat you to your trenches ? Where is he ? Call him hither . MAR . Let him alone ; He did inform the truth ...
... Rome ,. Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash , To let him slip at will . Where is that slave COM . Which told me they had beat you to your trenches ? Where is he ? Call him hither . MAR . Let him alone ; He did inform the truth ...
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Plays of Shakespeare: Selected and Prepared for Use in Schools ..., Volume 3 William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1875 |
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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