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 9
... Give me fome drink , Titinius- As a fick girl . Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of fuch a feeble temper should " So get the start of the majestic world , " And bear the palm alone . " Bru . Another general shout ! I do believe , that ...
... Give me fome drink , Titinius- As a fick girl . Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of fuch a feeble temper should " So get the start of the majestic world , " And bear the palm alone . " Bru . Another general shout ! I do believe , that ...
Pàgina 18
... Give guefs how near to day.- Lucius , I fay ! I would it were my fault to fleep fo foundly . When Lucius , when ? awake , I fay ! what , Lucius ? Enter Lucius . Luc . Call'd you , my Lord ? Bru . Get me a taper in my ftudy , Lucius ...
... Give guefs how near to day.- Lucius , I fay ! I would it were my fault to fleep fo foundly . When Lucius , when ? awake , I fay ! what , Lucius ? Enter Lucius . Luc . Call'd you , my Lord ? Bru . Get me a taper in my ftudy , Lucius ...
Pàgina 19
... Gives him a letter . Bru . Get you to bed again , it is not day . Is not to - morrow , boy , the ides of March ? Luc . I ... Give fo much light , that I may read by them . [ Exit . [ Opens the letter , and reads . Brutus , thou fleep'ft ...
... Gives him a letter . Bru . Get you to bed again , it is not day . Is not to - morrow , boy , the ides of March ? Luc . I ... Give fo much light , that I may read by them . [ Exit . [ Opens the letter , and reads . Brutus , thou fleep'ft ...
Pàgina 21
... Give me your hands all over , one by one . Caf . And let us fwear our refolution . Bru . No , not an oath : if that the fate of men , path , ie , walk . He makes a verb of the fubftantive . " The fufferance of our fouls , the time's ...
... Give me your hands all over , one by one . Caf . And let us fwear our refolution . Bru . No , not an oath : if that the fate of men , path , ie , walk . He makes a verb of the fubftantive . " The fufferance of our fouls , the time's ...
Pàgina 24
... give his humour the true bent , And I will bring him to the Capitol . Caf . Nay , we will all of us be there to fetch him . Bru . By the eighth hour , is that the uttermoft ? Gin Be that the uttermoft , and fail not then . Met . Caius ...
... give his humour the true bent , And I will bring him to the Capitol . Caf . Nay , we will all of us be there to fetch him . Bru . By the eighth hour , is that the uttermoft ? Gin Be that the uttermoft , and fail not then . Met . Caius ...
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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.