The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, Volum 5J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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Pàgina 201
It is no matter , let no images Be hung with Cafar's trophies ; I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . Thefe growing feathers pluckt from Cæfar's wing Will make him fly ...
It is no matter , let no images Be hung with Cafar's trophies ; I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . Thefe growing feathers pluckt from Cæfar's wing Will make him fly ...
Pàgina 202
I hear a tongue fhriller than all the mufick , Cry , Cafar ! Speak ; Cafar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the Ides of March . Caf . What man is that ? Bru . A footh - fayer bids you beware the Ides of March . Caf .
I hear a tongue fhriller than all the mufick , Cry , Cafar ! Speak ; Cafar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the Ides of March . Caf . What man is that ? Bru . A footh - fayer bids you beware the Ides of March . Caf .
Pàgina 204
... as Cafar , fo were you ; We both have fed as well , and we can both Endure the winter's cold , as well as he . For once upon a raw and gufty day , ' The troubled Tyber chafing with his fhores , Cæfar fays to me , Dar'ft thou ...
... as Cafar , fo were you ; We both have fed as well , and we can both Endure the winter's cold , as well as he . For once upon a raw and gufty day , ' The troubled Tyber chafing with his fhores , Cæfar fays to me , Dar'ft thou ...
Pàgina 205
I , as Eneas , our great ancestor , Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchifes bear , fo , from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cafar : and this man Is now become a God , and Caffius is A wretched creature ...
I , as Eneas , our great ancestor , Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchifes bear , fo , from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cafar : and this man Is now become a God , and Caffius is A wretched creature ...
Pàgina 207
I will do fo : but look you , Caffius , The angry fpot doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train ; Calpburnia's cheek is pale , and Cicero Looks with fuch ferret and fuch fiery eyes , As we have feen him in ...
I will do fo : but look you , Caffius , The angry fpot doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train ; Calpburnia's cheek is pale , and Cicero Looks with fuch ferret and fuch fiery eyes , As we have feen him in ...
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The Works of Shakespear, from Mr. Pope's Edition, Volum 5 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1768 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 248 - 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 205 - 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 242 - 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 509 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pàgina 488 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Pàgina 484 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Pàgina 216 - 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. Crown him that, And then, I grant, we put a sting in him That at his will he may do danger with.
Pàgina 485 - When Duncan is asleep (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Pàgina 205 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pàgina 384 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...