Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 63
Page 111
... Rome , are this good Belly , And you the mutinous Members : For examine Their Counsailes , and their Cares ; disgest things rightly , Touching the Weale a'th Common , you shall finde No publique benefit which you receive But it proceeds ...
... Rome , are this good Belly , And you the mutinous Members : For examine Their Counsailes , and their Cares ; disgest things rightly , Touching the Weale a'th Common , you shall finde No publique benefit which you receive But it proceeds ...
Page 116
... Rome are entred in our Counsailes , And know how we proceede . Is it not yours ? Auf . What ever have bin thought one in this State That could be brought to bodily act , ere Rome Had circumvention : ' tis not foure dayes gone Since I ...
... Rome are entred in our Counsailes , And know how we proceede . Is it not yours ? Auf . What ever have bin thought one in this State That could be brought to bodily act , ere Rome Had circumvention : ' tis not foure dayes gone Since I ...
Page 118
... Rome ; his bloody brow With his mail'd hand , then wiping , forth he goes Like to a Harvest man , that task'd to mowe Or all , or loose his hyre . Virg . His bloody Brow ? Oh Jupiter , no blood . Volum . Away you Foole ; it more becomes ...
... Rome ; his bloody brow With his mail'd hand , then wiping , forth he goes Like to a Harvest man , that task'd to mowe Or all , or loose his hyre . Virg . His bloody Brow ? Oh Jupiter , no blood . Volum . Away you Foole ; it more becomes ...
Page 122
... Rome : you Heard of Byles and Plagues Plaister you o're , that you may be abhorr'd Farther then seene , and one infect another Against the Winde a mile : you soules of Geese , That beare the shapes of men , how have you run From Slaves ...
... Rome : you Heard of Byles and Plagues Plaister you o're , that you may be abhorr'd Farther then seene , and one infect another Against the Winde a mile : you soules of Geese , That beare the shapes of men , how have you run From Slaves ...
Page 123
... Rome . 2. Rom . 3. Rom . A Murrain on't , I tooke this for Silver . Exeunt . Alarum continues still a - farre off . Enter Martius , and Titus with a Trumpet . Mar. See heere these movers , that do prize their hours At a crack'd Drachme ...
... Rome . 2. Rom . 3. Rom . A Murrain on't , I tooke this for Silver . Exeunt . Alarum continues still a - farre off . Enter Martius , and Titus with a Trumpet . Mar. See heere these movers , that do prize their hours At a crack'd Drachme ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Aron art thou Auffidius Bassianus Benvolio blood brother Brut Capulet Cominius Corio Coriolanus Cres Cressid dead death deed Diomed doth Emperour Empresse Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faire Farewell Father foole Friends Frier Generall give Gods Gothes ha's hand hath heare heart heaven Hector Hedor hee's heere hither Honour Juliet kisse Lady Lavinia looke Lord Lucius Madam Marcus Martius Mene Menelaus Menen Menenius Mercutio morrow Mother Mountague night Noble Nurse Pandarus Paris Patroclus peace pray Priam Prince Rome Romeo shew Sicin Sonne speake stand Sunne sweet Sword Tamora teares tell thee Ther Thersites thine thing thinke thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Tribunes Trojan Troy Troylus Tybalt Ulis Villaine Volces Voyces Warre What's Wife wilt word
Popular passages
Page 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Page 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Page 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Page 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Page 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Page 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Page 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Page 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Page 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Page 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother