The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volum 7 |
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Pàgina 39
... blood , and preserved as affectionate or salutary memorials of the deceased . 2 And reason , & c . ] And reason , or propriety of conduct and lan- guage , is subordinate to my love . Enter ANTONY . See ! Antony , that revels long D 4 ...
... blood , and preserved as affectionate or salutary memorials of the deceased . 2 And reason , & c . ] And reason , or propriety of conduct and lan- guage , is subordinate to my love . Enter ANTONY . See ! Antony , that revels long D 4 ...
Pàgina 44
... blood of ordinary men ; And turn pre - ordinance " , and first decree , Into the law of children . Be not fond , To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood , That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools ; I ...
... blood of ordinary men ; And turn pre - ordinance " , and first decree , Into the law of children . Be not fond , To think that Cæsar bears such rebel blood , That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth fools ; I ...
Pàgina 45
... blood , and apprehensive ; 7 Yet , in the number , I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank , Unshak'd of motions : and , that I am he , Let me a little show it , even in this ; That I was constant , Cimber should be banish ...
... blood , and apprehensive ; 7 Yet , in the number , I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank , Unshak'd of motions : and , that I am he , Let me a little show it , even in this ; That I was constant , Cimber should be banish ...
Pàgina 47
... blood Up to the elbows , and besmear our swords : Then walk we forth , even to the market - place ; And , waving our red weapons o'er our heads , Let's all cry , Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . How many ...
... blood Up to the elbows , and besmear our swords : Then walk we forth , even to the market - place ; And , waving our red weapons o'er our heads , Let's all cry , Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . How many ...
Pàgina 48
... blood , who else is rank : 3 If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . 3- who else is rank ...
... blood , who else is rank : 3 If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . 3- who else is rank ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth emperor ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 60 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
Pàgina 130 - Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie In her pavilion— cloth of gold, of tissue— O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature...
Pàgina 56 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Pàgina 71 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Pàgina 57 - 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 210 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; ' young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 97 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Pàgina 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 37 - 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 59 - 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.