The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volum 6A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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Pàgina 414
... Guid . Would I could free't ! Arv . Or I , whate'er it be , What pain it coft , what danger , Gods ! Bel . Hark , boys . Imo . Great men , [ Whispering . That had a Court no bigger than this Cave , That did attend themselves , and had ...
... Guid . Would I could free't ! Arv . Or I , whate'er it be , What pain it coft , what danger , Gods ! Bel . Hark , boys . Imo . Great men , [ Whispering . That had a Court no bigger than this Cave , That did attend themselves , and had ...
Pàgina 415
... Guid . I pray , draw near . Arv . The night to th ' owl , and morn to th ' lark , less welcome ! Imo . Thanks , Sir . Arv . I pray , draw near . SCENE changes to Rome . Exeunt . Enter two Roman Senators , and Tribunes . 1 Sen. That ...
... Guid . I pray , draw near . Arv . The night to th ' owl , and morn to th ' lark , less welcome ! Imo . Thanks , Sir . Arv . I pray , draw near . SCENE changes to Rome . Exeunt . Enter two Roman Senators , and Tribunes . 1 Sen. That ...
Pàgina 417
... Guid . Go you to hunting , I'll abide with him . Imo . So fick I am not , yet I am not well ; But not fo citizen a wanton , as To feem to die , ere fick : fo please you , leave me Stick to your journal courfe ; the breach of custom Is ...
... Guid . Go you to hunting , I'll abide with him . Imo . So fick I am not , yet I am not well ; But not fo citizen a wanton , as To feem to die , ere fick : fo please you , leave me Stick to your journal courfe ; the breach of custom Is ...
Pàgina 418
... Guid . I could not ftir him ; Pifanio , [ Drinks out of the viol . He faid , he was gentle , but unfortunate ; Dishonestly afflicted , but yet honeft . Arv . Thus did he answer me ; yet faid , hereafter I might know more . Bel . To th ...
... Guid . I could not ftir him ; Pifanio , [ Drinks out of the viol . He faid , he was gentle , but unfortunate ; Dishonestly afflicted , but yet honeft . Arv . Thus did he answer me ; yet faid , hereafter I might know more . Bel . To th ...
Pàgina 419
... Guid . ( 41 ) I do note , That grief and patience , rooted in him both , Mingle their spurs together . Ary . Patience ! Grow ? D And let the ftinking Elder , Grief , untwine His perishing root , with the encreafing vine ! Bel . It is ...
... Guid . ( 41 ) I do note , That grief and patience , rooted in him both , Mingle their spurs together . Ary . Patience ! Grow ? D And let the ftinking Elder , Grief , untwine His perishing root , with the encreafing vine ! Bel . It is ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 171 - 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 174 - 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.
Pàgina 131 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Pàgina 130 - 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 242 - 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 132 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
Pàgina 132 - 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 243 - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Pàgina 176 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pàgina 172 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.