The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Tema 11 |
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Tis thought , That Marcius shall be consul : I have seen The dumb men throng to
see him , and the blind To hear him speak : The matrons flung their gloves ,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs , Upon him as he pass'd : the
nobles ...
Tis thought , That Marcius shall be consul : I have seen The dumb men throng to
see him , and the blind To hear him speak : The matrons flung their gloves ,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchiefs , Upon him as he pass'd : the
nobles ...
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Most welcome ! [ Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius . 1 Serv . [ Advancing . ] Here's
a strange alteration ! 2 Serv . By my hand , I had thought to have strucken him
with a cudgel ; and yet my mind gave me , his clothes made a false report of him .
Most welcome ! [ Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius . 1 Serv . [ Advancing . ] Here's
a strange alteration ! 2 Serv . By my hand , I had thought to have strucken him
with a cudgel ; and yet my mind gave me , his clothes made a false report of him .
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A private whisper , no , not with such friends That thought them sure of you . Cor .
This last old man ; Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome , Lov'd me
above the measure of a father ; Nay , godded me , indeed . Their latest refuge
Was ...
A private whisper , no , not with such friends That thought them sure of you . Cor .
This last old man ; Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome , Lov'd me
above the measure of a father ; Nay , godded me , indeed . Their latest refuge
Was ...
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The thought seems to have been taken from Side ney's Arcadia , p . 293 . -their
flesh abode the wounds constantly , as though it were less sensible of smart than
" the senseless armour , which by piecemeal fell away from them , by the blows it
...
The thought seems to have been taken from Side ney's Arcadia , p . 293 . -their
flesh abode the wounds constantly , as though it were less sensible of smart than
" the senseless armour , which by piecemeal fell away from them , by the blows it
...
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... grow's Soft as the parasite's silk , let hymns be made An overture for the wars !
The thought is this , If one thing changes its usual nature to a thing most opposite
, there is no reason but that all the rest which depend on it should do so too .
... grow's Soft as the parasite's silk , let hymns be made An overture for the wars !
The thought is this , If one thing changes its usual nature to a thing most opposite
, there is no reason but that all the rest which depend on it should do so too .
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 187 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Página 237 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 184 - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Página 251 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Página 260 - 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.
Página 240 - 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.
Página 253 - 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...
Página 237 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Página 236 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
Página 240 - Caesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...