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 147
... Whose heart I thought I had , ( for fhe had mine ; Which , whilft it was mine , had annex'd unto't A million more , now loft ! ) fhe , Eros , has Pack'd cards with Cæfar , and false play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph- Nay , weep ...
... Whose heart I thought I had , ( for fhe had mine ; Which , whilft it was mine , had annex'd unto't A million more , now loft ! ) fhe , Eros , has Pack'd cards with Cæfar , and false play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph- Nay , weep ...
Pàgina 205
... whose use the sword of Cæfar Hath too much mangled ; whofe repair and franchife Shall , by the power we hold , be our good deed , Though Rome be therefore angry that Mulmutius , Who was the first of Britain which did put His brows ...
... whose use the sword of Cæfar Hath too much mangled ; whofe repair and franchife Shall , by the power we hold , be our good deed , Though Rome be therefore angry that Mulmutius , Who was the first of Britain which did put His brows ...
Pàgina 219
... whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn . Pif . Alas , my Lord , How can the be with him ? when was she mifs'd ? He is in Rome . Clot . Where is the , Sir ? come nearer ; No farther halting ; fatisfy me home ...
... whose so many weights of baseness cannot A dram of worth be drawn . Pif . Alas , my Lord , How can the be with him ? when was she mifs'd ? He is in Rome . Clot . Where is the , Sir ? come nearer ; No farther halting ; fatisfy me home ...
Pàgina 343
... whose was it ? Cre . ' Tis no matter . Dio . Come , tell me whofe it was ? [ fhall not : Cre . ' Twas one that lov'd me better than you will . But , now you have it , take it . Dio . Whofe was it ? Gre . By all Diana's waiting - women ...
... whose was it ? Cre . ' Tis no matter . Dio . Come , tell me whofe it was ? [ fhall not : Cre . ' Twas one that lov'd me better than you will . But , now you have it , take it . Dio . Whofe was it ? Gre . By all Diana's waiting - women ...
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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 |
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.