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الصفحة 114 - hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure he is an honourable man.
الصفحة 36 - LENOX. MACB. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. DON. What is amiss?
الصفحة 200 - 19. Hast thou given the horse strength ? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder ? 20. Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? the glory of his nostrils is terrible. 21. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength ; he goeth out to meet the armed men. 22. He mocketh at fear, and is not
الصفحة 200 - to meet the armed men. 22. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; neither turneth he back from the sword. 23. The quiver rattleth against him ; the glittering spear and the shield. 24. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage ; neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
الصفحة 206 - thy high places. 26. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan : very pleasant hast thou been unto me : thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. 27. How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished
الصفحة 134 - not like, that I, So early waking,—what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;— О ! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environed with all these hideous fears ? And madly play with my forefathers' joints And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud
الصفحة 124 - come of nothing: speak again. COR. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more, nor less. LEAR. How now, Cordelia? mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. COR. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me,
الصفحة 126 - Why have my sisters husbands, If they say They love you, all ? Haply when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all. KING LEAR.
الصفحة 104 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as Л5пеаз, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If
الصفحة 102 - as well as he. For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, " Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ?" Upon the word Accouter'd as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did.