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
... Tell me , good Brutus , can you Bru . No , Cassius : for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection , by some other things . 5 strange a hand- ] Strange , is alien , unfamiliar , such as might become a stranger . 6 passions of some ...
... Tell me , good Brutus , can you Bru . No , Cassius : for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection , by some other things . 5 strange a hand- ] Strange , is alien , unfamiliar , such as might become a stranger . 6 passions of some ...
Pàgina 4
... tell , what you and other men Think of this life ; but , for my single self , I had as lief not be , as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well ; and we can both ...
... tell , what you and other men Think of this life ; but , for my single self , I had as lief not be , as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well ; and we can both ...
Pàgina 4
... tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . - you , Bru . I will do so : - But , look Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero ...
... tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . - you , Bru . I will do so : - But , look Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero ...
Pàgina 4
... tell thee what is to be fear'd , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand , for this ear is deaf , And tell me truly what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train . CASCA stays behind . Casca . You ...
... tell thee what is to be fear'd , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand , for this ear is deaf , And tell me truly what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train . CASCA stays behind . Casca . You ...
Pàgina 4
... Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . - - Casca . I can as well be hanged , as tell the manner of it it was mere foolery . I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; yet ' twas not a crown neither , ' twas one of ...
... Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . - - Casca . I can as well be hanged , as tell the manner of it it was mere foolery . I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; yet ' twas not a crown neither , ' twas one of ...
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.