The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Volum 7 |
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Pàgina 20
... Sword drawn , and CICERO . Cic . Good even , Casca . Brought you Cæsar home ? Why are you breathless , and why stare you so ? Casca . Are not you mov'd , when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O , Cicero ! I have seen ...
... Sword drawn , and CICERO . Cic . Good even , Casca . Brought you Cæsar home ? Why are you breathless , and why stare you so ? Casca . Are not you mov'd , when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O , Cicero ! I have seen ...
Pàgina 29
... sword , the sun arises ; Which is a great way growing on the south , Weighing the youthful season of the year . Some two months hence , up higher toward the north He first presents his fire ; and the high east Stands , as the Capitol ...
... sword , the sun arises ; Which is a great way growing on the south , Weighing the youthful season of the year . Some two months hence , up higher toward the north He first presents his fire ; and the high east Stands , as the Capitol ...
Pàgina 48
... swords ; Then walk we forth , even to the market - place , And , waving our red weapons o'er our heads , Let's all cry , Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . - How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be ...
... swords ; Then walk we forth , even to the market - place , And , waving our red weapons o'er our heads , Let's all cry , Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . - How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be ...
Pàgina 49
... else is rank : If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich VOL . VII . E With the most noble blood of all this world . SCENE 1. ] 49 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... else is rank : If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich VOL . VII . E With the most noble blood of all this world . SCENE 1. ] 49 JULIUS CÆSAR .
Pàgina 80
... sword against conspirators ; When think you that the sword goes up again ? — Never , till Cæsar's three and thirty wounds " Be 80 [ ACT V. JULIUS CÆSAR .
... sword against conspirators ; When think you that the sword goes up again ? — Never , till Cæsar's three and thirty wounds " Be 80 [ ACT V. JULIUS CÆSAR .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 215 - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Pàgina 283 - tis not so above: There is no shuffling; there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Pàgina 108 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use...
Pàgina 55 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Pàgina 57 - 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. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Pàgina 563 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Pàgina 301 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 266 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Pàgina 60 - 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...
Pàgina 14 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them,...