The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Volum 7H. Baldwin, 1790 |
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Pàgina 153
... Marcius ! Enter CAIUS MARCIUS . Mar. Thanks . - What's the matter , you diffentious rogues , That , rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourselves scabs ? 1. Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good words ...
... Marcius ! Enter CAIUS MARCIUS . Mar. Thanks . - What's the matter , you diffentious rogues , That , rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourselves scabs ? 1. Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good words ...
Pàgina 155
... Marcius ? " Mar. Here : What's the matter ? Mef . The news is , fir , the Volces are in arms . The word is ftill pronounced in Staffordshire , where they fay - picke me fuch a thing , that is , throw any thing that the demander wants ...
... Marcius ? " Mar. Here : What's the matter ? Mef . The news is , fir , the Volces are in arms . The word is ftill pronounced in Staffordshire , where they fay - picke me fuch a thing , that is , throw any thing that the demander wants ...
Pàgina 156
... Marcius , ' tis true , that you have lately told us ; The Volces are in arms 7 . Mar. They have a leader , Tullus Aufidius , that will put you to't . I fin in envying his nobility : And were I any thing but what I am , I would with me ...
... Marcius , ' tis true , that you have lately told us ; The Volces are in arms 7 . Mar. They have a leader , Tullus Aufidius , that will put you to't . I fin in envying his nobility : And were I any thing but what I am , I would with me ...
Pàgina 157
... Marcius ? Bru . He has no equal . Sic . When we were chofen tribunes for the people , Bru . Mark'd you his lip , and eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not fpare to gird the gods Sic . Be - mock the modest ...
... Marcius ? Bru . He has no equal . Sic . When we were chofen tribunes for the people , Bru . Mark'd you his lip , and eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not fpare to gird the gods Sic . Be - mock the modest ...
Pàgina 158
... Marcius , O , if he Had borne the bufinefs ! Sic . Befides , if things go well , Opinion , that fo fticks on Marcius , shall Of his demerits rob Cominius 4 . Bra . blunder is his critick's . The prefent wars devour bim , is an impreca ...
... Marcius , O , if he Had borne the bufinefs ! Sic . Befides , if things go well , Opinion , that fo fticks on Marcius , shall Of his demerits rob Cominius 4 . Bra . blunder is his critick's . The prefent wars devour bim , is an impreca ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 374 - 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 372 - 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.
Pàgina 371 - 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 91 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 317 - 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 377 - 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 367 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
Pàgina 375 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look! in this place ran Cassius...
Pàgina 316 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Pàgina 561 - 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.