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 41
... Poft back with speed , and tell him what hath Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , [ chance'd . No Rome of fafety for Octavius yet ; Hie hence , and tell him fo . Yet ftay a while ; Thou shalt not back , till I have borne this ...
... Poft back with speed , and tell him what hath Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , [ chance'd . No Rome of fafety for Octavius yet ; Hie hence , and tell him fo . Yet ftay a while ; Thou shalt not back , till I have borne this ...
Pàgina 171
... Poft . Pleafe your Highness , I will from hence to - day . Queen . You know the peril . I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the King Hath charge'd you should not speak together . [ Exit ...
... Poft . Pleafe your Highness , I will from hence to - day . Queen . You know the peril . I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the King Hath charge'd you should not speak together . [ Exit ...
Pàgina 172
... Poft Alack , the King ! -- Cym . Thou bafeft thing , avoid ; hence , from my fight ? If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthinefs , thou dy't . Away ! Thou'rt poifon to my blood . Poft The gods protect you ...
... Poft Alack , the King ! -- Cym . Thou bafeft thing , avoid ; hence , from my fight ? If , after this command , thou fraught the court With thy unworthinefs , thou dy't . Away ! Thou'rt poifon to my blood . Poft The gods protect you ...
Pàgina 177
... Poft . Since when I have been debtor to you for cour- tefies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay ftill . French . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness . I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity you ...
... Poft . Since when I have been debtor to you for cour- tefies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay ftill . French . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness . I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity you ...
Pàgina 178
... Poft . I prais'd her , as I rated her : fo do I my stone . Iach . What do you efteem it at ? Poft . More than the world enjoys . Iach Either your unparagon'd mistress is dead , oF fhe's outpriz'd by a trifle . Poft . You are mistaken ...
... Poft . I prais'd her , as I rated her : fo do I my stone . Iach . What do you efteem it at ? Poft . More than the world enjoys . Iach Either your unparagon'd mistress is dead , oF fhe's outpriz'd by a trifle . Poft . You are mistaken ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 7 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 7 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1753 |
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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.