The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Volum 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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Pàgina 25
... hath stricken three . Treb . ' Tis time to part . Caf . But it is doubtful yet , [ Clock Atrikes . Whe'r Cæfar will come forth to - day , or no : For he is fuperftitious grown of late ; Quite from the main opinion he held once Of ...
... hath stricken three . Treb . ' Tis time to part . Caf . But it is doubtful yet , [ Clock Atrikes . Whe'r Cæfar will come forth to - day , or no : For he is fuperftitious grown of late ; Quite from the main opinion he held once Of ...
Pàgina 27
... hath his hour with every man . It will not let you eat , nor talk , nor fleep ; And , could it work fo much upon your fhape , As it hath much prevail'd on your condition " , I should not know you , Brutus . Dear my lord , Make me ...
... hath his hour with every man . It will not let you eat , nor talk , nor fleep ; And , could it work fo much upon your fhape , As it hath much prevail'd on your condition " , I should not know you , Brutus . Dear my lord , Make me ...
Pàgina 29
... hath Calphurnia in her fleep cry'd out , Help , bo ! They murder Cæfar . Who's within ? Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord ? C.3 Caf . Exorcift in Shakspeare's age fignifies one who raifes fpirits by in- chantment . Cf. Go bid the priests ...
... hath Calphurnia in her fleep cry'd out , Help , bo ! They murder Cæfar . Who's within ? Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord ? C.3 Caf . Exorcift in Shakspeare's age fignifies one who raifes fpirits by in- chantment . Cf. Go bid the priests ...
Pàgina 30
... hath whelped in the ftreets And graves have yawn'd , and yielded up their dead : Fierce firy warriors fight upon the clouds , In ranks , and fquadrons , and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : The noife of battle ...
... hath whelped in the ftreets And graves have yawn'd , and yielded up their dead : Fierce firy warriors fight upon the clouds , In ranks , and fquadrons , and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : The noife of battle ...
Pàgina 32
... Hath begg'd , that I will stay at home to - day . Dec. This dream is all amifs interpreted ; It was a vision , fair and fortunate : Your ftatue spouting blood in many pipes , In which so many smiling Romans bath'd , Signifies , that ...
... Hath begg'd , that I will stay at home to - day . Dec. This dream is all amifs interpreted ; It was a vision , fair and fortunate : Your ftatue spouting blood in many pipes , In which so many smiling Romans bath'd , Signifies , that ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volum 6 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1797 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volum 6 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1798 |
“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the ..., Volum 6 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1806 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 64 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 9 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Pàgina 51 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
Pàgina 45 - 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 51 - 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 60 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pàgina 78 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Pàgina 174 - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us.
Pàgina 49 - 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 81 - 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: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.