The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volum 7C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Pàgina 7
... Pray to the Gods , to intermit the plague , That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Co , go , good countrymen , and for that fault Affemble all the poor men of your fort ; Draw them to Tyber's bank , and weep your tears Into ...
... Pray to the Gods , to intermit the plague , That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Co , go , good countrymen , and for that fault Affemble all the poor men of your fort ; Draw them to Tyber's bank , and weep your tears Into ...
Pàgina 8
... pray you , do . Bra . I am not gamefome ; I do lack fome part Of that quick fpirit that is in Antony : Let me not hinder , Cafius , your defires ; I'll leave you . Caf . Brutus , I do obferve you now of late ; I have not from your eyes ...
... pray you , do . Bra . I am not gamefome ; I do lack fome part Of that quick fpirit that is in Antony : Let me not hinder , Cafius , your defires ; I'll leave you . Caf . Brutus , I do obferve you now of late ; I have not from your eyes ...
Pàgina 14
... own part , I durft not laugh , for fear of opening my lips , and re- ceiving the bad air . Caf . But , foft , I pray you ; what , did Cafar fwoon ? Cufca . Cafea . He fell down in the marklet - place 14 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... own part , I durft not laugh , for fear of opening my lips , and re- ceiving the bad air . Caf . But , foft , I pray you ; what , did Cafar fwoon ? Cufca . Cafea . He fell down in the marklet - place 14 JULIUS CÆSAR .
Pàgina 40
... pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way ; Know , Cafar doth not wrong ; nor without caufe ... pray to move , prayers would move me : But But I am conftant as the northern ftar , Of 40 JULIUS CAESAR .
... pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way ; Know , Cafar doth not wrong ; nor without caufe ... pray to move , prayers would move me : But But I am conftant as the northern ftar , Of 40 JULIUS CAESAR .
Pàgina 61
... ( praying on his fide , Because I knew the man , ) was flighted off . Bru . You wrong'd yourself to write in fuch a cafe . Caf . In fuch a time as this , it is not meet That ev'ry nice offence fhould bear its comment . Bru . Yet let me ...
... ( praying on his fide , Because I knew the man , ) was flighted off . Bru . You wrong'd yourself to write in fuch a cafe . Caf . In fuch a time as this , it is not meet That ev'ry nice offence fhould bear its comment . Bru . Yet let me ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 33 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 331 - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Pàgina 49 - 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. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Pàgina 54 - 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 22 - 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 10 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Pàgina 113 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Pàgina 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Pàgina 7 - 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 372 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.