The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volum 7 |
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Pàgina 4
... tears Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all . [ Exeunt Citizens . See , whe'r ' their basest metal be not mov'd ; They vanish tongue - tied in their guiltiness . Go you down that way towards ...
... tears Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all . [ Exeunt Citizens . See , whe'r ' their basest metal be not mov'd ; They vanish tongue - tied in their guiltiness . Go you down that way towards ...
Pàgina 54
... tears , for his love ; joy , for his for- tune ; honour , for his valour ; and death , for his ambi- tion . 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 ...
... tears , for his love ; joy , for his for- tune ; honour , for his valour ; and death , for his ambi- tion . 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 ...
Pàgina 58
... tears , prepare to shed them now . You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on ; ' Twas on a summer's evening , in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii : - - Look ! in this place , ran Cassius ...
... tears , prepare to shed them now . You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Cæsar put it on ; ' Twas on a summer's evening , in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii : - - Look ! in this place , ran Cassius ...
Pàgina 62
... truly . Cin . Truly , my name is Cinna . 6 - things unluckily charge my fantasy : ] i . e circumstances op- press my fancy with an ill - omened weight . 1 Cit . Tear him to pieces , he's a 62 ACT III . JULIUS CAESAR .
... truly . Cin . Truly , my name is Cinna . 6 - things unluckily charge my fantasy : ] i . e circumstances op- press my fancy with an ill - omened weight . 1 Cit . Tear him to pieces , he's a 62 ACT III . JULIUS CAESAR .
Pàgina 63
... Tear him for his bad verses , tear him for his bad verses . 2 Cit . It is no matter , his name's Cinna ; pluck but his name out of his heart , and turn him going . 3 Cit . Tear him , tear him . Come , brands , ho ! fire- brands . To ...
... Tear him for his bad verses , tear him for his bad verses . 2 Cit . It is no matter , his name's Cinna ; pluck but his name out of his heart , and turn him going . 3 Cit . Tear him , tear him . Come , brands , ho ! fire- brands . To ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth emperor ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 60 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
Pàgina 130 - Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie In her pavilion— cloth of gold, of tissue— O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature...
Pàgina 56 - 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 71 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Pàgina 57 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pàgina 210 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; ' young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 97 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Pàgina 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 37 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 59 - 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.