The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Volum 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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Pàgina 9
... mark How he did shake : ' tis true , this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly 9 ; And that fame eye , whofe bend doth awe the world , Did lose his luftre : I did hear him groan : Ay , and that tongue of his , that ...
... mark How he did shake : ' tis true , this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly 9 ; And that fame eye , whofe bend doth awe the world , Did lose his luftre : I did hear him groan : Ay , and that tongue of his , that ...
Pàgina 12
... mark it . I faw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; -yet ' twas not a crown nei- ther , ' twas one of these coronets ; and , as I told you , he put it by once : but , for all that , to my thinking , he would fain have had it . Then he offer ...
... mark it . I faw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; -yet ' twas not a crown nei- ther , ' twas one of these coronets ; and , as I told you , he put it by once : but , for all that , to my thinking , he would fain have had it . Then he offer ...
Pàgina 22
... mark of favour 3 . , Bru . Let them enter . They are the faction . O confpiracy ! [ Exit Lucius . Sham'ft thou to fhew thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark ...
... mark of favour 3 . , Bru . Let them enter . They are the faction . O confpiracy ! [ Exit Lucius . Sham'ft thou to fhew thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark ...
Pàgina 24
... Mark Antony , fo well belov'd of Cæfar , Should out - live Cæfar : We fhall find of him A fhrewd contriver ; and , you know , his means , If he improve them , may well ftretch so far , As to annoy us all which to prevent , Let Antony ...
... Mark Antony , fo well belov'd of Cæfar , Should out - live Cæfar : We fhall find of him A fhrewd contriver ; and , you know , his means , If he improve them , may well ftretch so far , As to annoy us all which to prevent , Let Antony ...
Pàgina 25
... Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than Cæfar's arm , When Cæfar's head is off . Caf . Yet I fear him : For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar , - Bru . Alas , good Caffius , do not think of him : If he love ...
... Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than Cæfar's arm , When Cæfar's head is off . Caf . Yet I fear him : For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæfar , - Bru . Alas , good Caffius , do not think of him : If he love ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 64 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
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,
Pàgina 51 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Pàgina 45 - 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 51 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
Pàgina 60 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pàgina 78 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Pàgina 174 - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us.
Pàgina 49 - 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 81 - 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: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.