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ACHILLES AJAX Antony APEMANTUS arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother BRUTUS Cæsar CAPULET CASSIUS CITIZEN comes CORIOLANUS CRESSIDA daughter dead dear death DESDEMONA dost doth EDGAR Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear follow fool fortune FRIAR friends give GLOUCESTER gods gone HAMLET hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hector hold honour HORATIO I'll IAGO JULIET keep KENT king LADY LEAR leave live look lord LUCIUS MACBETH Marcius matter means meet MENENIUS mind mother murder nature never night noble NURSE OTHELLO PANDARUS Paris peace play poor pray present QUEEN Roman Rome ROMEO SCENE SECOND SENATOR SERVANT SICINIUS soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing THIRD thou thou art thought TIMON TITUS TROILUS true wife
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Page 142 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
Page 139 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 361 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 399 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay...
Page 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 142 - 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.
Page 142 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 24 - I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd...
Page 101 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 142 - 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Tragedies of William Shakespeare: With Introd. Studies ... |
| Authors | William Shakespeare, Edward Dowden |
| Contributor | Edward Dowden |
| Publisher | H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 |
| Original from | Princeton University |
| Digitized | 25 Feb 2008 |
| Length | 547 pages |
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