The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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Pàgina 249
... Caffius , Be not deceiv'd : If I have veil'd my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myfelf . Vexed I am , Of late , with paffions of fome difference , Conceptions only proper to myself , Which give fome foil ...
... Caffius , Be not deceiv'd : If I have veil'd my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myfelf . Vexed I am , Of late , with paffions of fome difference , Conceptions only proper to myself , Which give fome foil ...
Pàgina 250
... Caffius : for the eye fees not itself , " But by reflection , by fome other things . CAS . ' Tis juft : And it is very much lamented , Brutus , That you have no fuch mirrors , as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye , That you ...
... Caffius : for the eye fees not itself , " But by reflection , by fome other things . CAS . ' Tis juft : And it is very much lamented , Brutus , That you have no fuch mirrors , as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye , That you ...
Pàgina 251
... Caffius ; yet I love him well : - But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it that you would impart to me ? If it be aught toward the general good , Set honour in one eye , and death i ' the other , And I will look on both ...
... Caffius ; yet I love him well : - But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it that you would impart to me ? If it be aught toward the general good , Set honour in one eye , and death i ' the other , And I will look on both ...
Pàgina 252
... Caffius , or I fink . I , as Æneas , our great ancestor , Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder The old Anchifes bear , fo , from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæfar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Caffius is A ...
... Caffius , or I fink . I , as Æneas , our great ancestor , Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder The old Anchifes bear , fo , from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Cæfar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Caffius is A ...
Pàgina 255
... Caffius ) would as foon kave fubmitted to the perpetual dominion of a dæmon , as to the lafting government of a king . STEEVENS . 5 " " aim : ] i . e . guefs . So , in The Two Gentlemen of Verona : But , fearing left my jealous aim ...
... Caffius ) would as foon kave fubmitted to the perpetual dominion of a dæmon , as to the lafting government of a king . STEEVENS . 5 " " aim : ] i . e . guefs . So , in The Two Gentlemen of Verona : But , fearing left my jealous aim ...
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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.