The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volum 7A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pàgina 122
... sweet ?: Cleo Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent . Ant good rebuke , Which might have well become the best of men To taunt at flacknefs . Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea , what else ? Can hy ...
... sweet ?: Cleo Celerity is never more admir'd Than by the negligent . Ant good rebuke , Which might have well become the best of men To taunt at flacknefs . Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea , what else ? Can hy ...
Pàgina 145
... sweets " On bloffoming Cæfar : and this pine is bark'd , That overtopt them all . Betray'd I am . Oh , this falfe foul of Egypt ! this gay charm , Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home , Whofe bofom was my crownet , my ...
... sweets " On bloffoming Cæfar : and this pine is bark'd , That overtopt them all . Betray'd I am . Oh , this falfe foul of Egypt ! this gay charm , Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home , Whofe bofom was my crownet , my ...
Pàgina 153
... sweet Queen . Of Cæfar feek your honour , with your fafety - you- Cleo . They do not go together . Ant . Gentle , hear me ; None about Cæfar truft , but Proculeius . Cleo . My refolution and my hands I'll trust ; None about Cæfar . Ant ...
... sweet Queen . Of Cæfar feek your honour , with your fafety - you- Cleo . They do not go together . Ant . Gentle , hear me ; None about Cæfar truft , but Proculeius . Cleo . My refolution and my hands I'll trust ; None about Cæfar . Ant ...
Pàgina 173
... Sweet Sovereign , Leave us t'ourselves , and make yourfelf fome comfort Out of your best advice . Gym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a - day ; and , being aged , a Die of this folly . Enter Pifanio . [ Exit Queen . Fie , you ...
... Sweet Sovereign , Leave us t'ourselves , and make yourfelf fome comfort Out of your best advice . Gym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a - day ; and , being aged , a Die of this folly . Enter Pifanio . [ Exit Queen . Fie , you ...
Pàgina 195
... sweet hand . Imo . Good morrow , sir ; you lay out too much pain . For purchafing but trouble ; the thanks 1 give , Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And scarce can fpare them . Clot . Still I fwear , I love you . Im .. If you ...
... sweet hand . Imo . Good morrow , sir ; you lay out too much pain . For purchafing but trouble ; the thanks 1 give , Is telling you that I am poor of thanks , And scarce can fpare them . Clot . Still I fwear , I love you . Im .. If you ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 7 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1769 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Ægypt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer Brutus Cæfar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould flain fleep foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen Lady Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſpeak ſtand tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyffes What's whofe your's yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 9 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Pàgina 18 - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Pàgina 42 - Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Pàgina 47 - 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.
Pàgina 8 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Pàgina 153 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 9 - 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, As a sick girl.
Pàgina 5 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Pàgina 47 - 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 329 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.