The Personal Shakespeare, Volume 11Doubleday, Page, 1904 |
Parole e frasi comuni
Agrippa Anth Antium Auffidius Bawd beare beseech Boult Brut Brutus Cæsar Caius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cominius Consull Corio Coriolanus daughter dead death deere doo't doth Edile Egypt ending Enob Enobarbus Enter Anthony Eros Exeunt Exit eyes five-accent Fortune Friends Fulvia Generall give Gods ha's hath heare heart heaven hee's heere Honor i'th Iras Julius Cæsar King Lady Lepidus Lord Lysimachus Madam Marina Martius Mene Menen Menenius Messenger Mother Musicke Mytilene never night Noble o'th Octavia Parthia peace Peri Pericles pitty Pompey pray Prince Prince of Tyre Proculeius Prythee Queene Rome Scene selfe Senators Sextus Pompeius shee shew Sicin Sonne Souldier speake Sword tell Thaisa thee thine thinke Thou art thou hast Tribunes Tyre unto verse Volces Voyces Warre wee'l What's wife yeeld
Brani popolari
Pagina 116 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Pagina 80 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Pagina 125 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Pagina 127 - Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell. [Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desir'd.
Pagina 51 - The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes to harvest. Lep. You've strange serpents there. Ant. Ay, Lepidus. Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun. So is your crocodile.
Pagina xxiii - THE LATE, | And much admired Play, | Called | Pericles, Prince | of Tyre. | With the true Relation of the whole Historie, | aduentures, and fortunes of the said Prince : | As also, | The no lesse strange, and worthy accidents, | in the Birth and Life, of his Daughter | MARIANA. \ As it hath been diuers and sundry times acted by | his Maiesties Seruants, at the Globe on | the Banck-side. | By William Shakespeare. | Imprinted at London for Henry Gosson, and are | to be sold at the signe of the Sunne...
Pagina 115 - I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand, As if a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
Pagina 127 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me; now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title!