The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes |
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Pàgina 7
I fay unto you , what he hath done famoufly , he did it to that end : though foft - confcienc'd men can be content to fay , it was for his country , he did it to please his mother , and to be partly proud ; which he is , even to the ...
I fay unto you , what he hath done famoufly , he did it to that end : though foft - confcienc'd men can be content to fay , it was for his country , he did it to please his mother , and to be partly proud ; which he is , even to the ...
Pàgina 8
accufations ; he hath faults , with furplus , to tire in repetition . [ Shouts within . ] What shouts are these ? The other fide o'the city is rifen : Why stay we prating here ? to the Capitol . CIT . Come , come . 1. CIT .
accufations ; he hath faults , with furplus , to tire in repetition . [ Shouts within . ] What shouts are these ? The other fide o'the city is rifen : Why stay we prating here ? to the Capitol . CIT . Come , come . 1. CIT .
Pàgina 25
What ever hath been thought on ' in this ftate , That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention ? ' Tis not four days gone , Since I heard thence ; thefe are the words : I think , I have the letter here ; yes , here it ...
What ever hath been thought on ' in this ftate , That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention ? ' Tis not four days gone , Since I heard thence ; thefe are the words : I think , I have the letter here ; yes , here it ...
Pàgina 40
Worthy fir , thou bleed'st ; Thy exercife hath been too violent for A fecond courfe of fight . MAR . Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather phyfical Than dangerous to me : To ...
Worthy fir , thou bleed'st ; Thy exercife hath been too violent for A fecond courfe of fight . MAR . Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather phyfical Than dangerous to me : To ...
Pàgina 51
I have done , As you have done ; that's what I can ; induc'd As you have been ; that's for my country : He , that has but effected his good will , Hath overta'en mine act.9 And , gladly quak'd , ] i . e . thrown into grateful ...
I have done , As you have done ; that's what I can ; induc'd As you have been ; that's for my country : He , that has but effected his good will , Hath overta'en mine act.9 And , gladly quak'd , ] i . e . thrown into grateful ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Visualització completa - 1765 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 243 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Pàgina 341 - 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 332 - 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 334 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pàgina 234 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
Pàgina 624 - 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 272 - 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 223 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pàgina 340 - 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 336 - 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.