The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 11G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 76
... meet , be said , it must be meet , And throw their power i ' the dust . Bru . Manifest treason . Sic . This a consul ? no . Bru . The ædiles , ho ! -Let him be apprehended . Sic . Go , call the people ; [ Exit Brutus . ] in whose name ...
... meet , be said , it must be meet , And throw their power i ' the dust . Bru . Manifest treason . Sic . This a consul ? no . Bru . The ædiles , ho ! -Let him be apprehended . Sic . Go , call the people ; [ Exit Brutus . ] in whose name ...
Pàgina 84
... Meet on the market - place : -We'll attend you there : Where , if you bring not Marcius , we'll proceed In our first way . Men . I'll bring him to you : - Let me desire your company . [ To the Senators . ] He must come , Or what is ...
... Meet on the market - place : -We'll attend you there : Where , if you bring not Marcius , we'll proceed In our first way . Men . I'll bring him to you : - Let me desire your company . [ To the Senators . ] He must come , Or what is ...
Pàgina 101
... meet her . Bru . Why ? Sic . They say , she's mad . Bru . They have ta'en note of us : Keep on your way . Vol . O , you're well met : The hoarded plague o ' the gods Requite your love ! Men . Peace , peace ; be not so loud . Vol . If ...
... meet her . Bru . Why ? Sic . They say , she's mad . Bru . They have ta'en note of us : Keep on your way . Vol . O , you're well met : The hoarded plague o ' the gods Requite your love ! Men . Peace , peace ; be not so loud . Vol . If ...
Pàgina 103
... meet them But once a day , it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't . Men . And , by my troth , you me ? You have told them home , have cause . You'll sup with Vol . Anger's my meat ; I sup upon myself , And so shall starve with ...
... meet them But once a day , it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't . Men . And , by my troth , you me ? You have told them home , have cause . You'll sup with Vol . Anger's my meat ; I sup upon myself , And so shall starve with ...
Pàgina 108
... meets him . 3 Serv . What fellow's this ? 1 Serv . A strange one as ever I look'd on : I can- not get him o'the house : Pr'ythee , call my master to him . 3 Serv . What have you to do here , fellow ? Pray you , avoid the house . Cor ...
... meets him . 3 Serv . What fellow's this ? 1 Serv . A strange one as ever I look'd on : I can- not get him o'the house : Pr'ythee , call my master to him . 3 Serv . What have you to do here , fellow ? Pray you , avoid the house . Cor ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 187 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Pàgina 237 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pàgina 184 - 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 proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Pàgina 251 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Pàgina 260 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Pàgina 240 - 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 253 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Pàgina 237 - 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 236 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
Pàgina 240 - Caesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...