The Works of Shakespeare, Volum 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Pàgina 7
... muft light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and for this fault Affemble all the poor men of your fort ; Draw them to Tyber's bank , and weep your tears Into the channel , ' till the lowest stream Do kifs the most ...
... muft light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and for this fault Affemble all the poor men of your fort ; Draw them to Tyber's bank , and weep your tears Into the channel , ' till the lowest stream Do kifs the most ...
Pàgina 27
... muft bleed for it - And , gentle friends , Let's kill him boldly , but not wrathfully ; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the Gods , Not hew him as a carcafs fit for hounds . And let our hearts , as fubtle masters do , Stir their ...
... muft bleed for it - And , gentle friends , Let's kill him boldly , but not wrathfully ; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the Gods , Not hew him as a carcafs fit for hounds . And let our hearts , as fubtle masters do , Stir their ...
Pàgina 44
... muft appear bloody and cruel , As , by our hands , and this our prefent act , You fee , we do ; yet fee you but our hands , And this the bleeding bufinefs they have done : Our hearts you fee not , they are pitiful ; And pity to the ...
... muft appear bloody and cruel , As , by our hands , and this our prefent act , You fee , we do ; yet fee you but our hands , And this the bleeding bufinefs they have done : Our hearts you fee not , they are pitiful ; And pity to the ...
Pàgina 52
... muft not read it ; It is not meet you know how Cafar lov'd you . You are not wood , you are not ftones , but men : And , being men , hearing the Will of Cæfar , It will inflame you , it will make you mad . ' Tis good you know not , that ...
... muft not read it ; It is not meet you know how Cafar lov'd you . You are not wood , you are not ftones , but men : And , being men , hearing the Will of Cæfar , It will inflame you , it will make you mad . ' Tis good you know not , that ...
Pàgina 57
... muft die ; consent you , ” Lepidus ? Lep . I do confent . ( 14 ) SCENE , a fmall Island ] Mr. Rowe , and Mr. Pope after him , have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome . The Old Co- pies fay Nothing of the place .. Shakespeare , I dare ...
... muft die ; consent you , ” Lepidus ? Lep . I do confent . ( 14 ) SCENE , a fmall Island ] Mr. Rowe , and Mr. Pope after him , have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome . The Old Co- pies fay Nothing of the place .. Shakespeare , I dare ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feem felf fhall fhew fhould flain fome fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen kifs lady Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus uſe whofe whoſe
Passatges populars
Pàgina 52 - 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 47 - 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 168 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Pàgina 59 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pàgina 10 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pàgina 184 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Pàgina 49 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pàgina 82 - 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.
Pàgina 176 - 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 - 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.