The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Volum 7A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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Pàgina 33
... must go in --- aye me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! Brutus ! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise ! Sure the boy heard me . Brutus hath a fuit That Cæfar will not grant . Q , I grow faint . Run , Lucius ...
... must go in --- aye me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! Brutus ! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise ! Sure the boy heard me . Brutus hath a fuit That Cæfar will not grant . Q , I grow faint . Run , Lucius ...
Pàgina 34
... must redrefs ? Met . Moft High , Moft Mighty , and Most Puissant Cæfar , Metellus Cimber throws before thy feat An humble heart . [ Kneeling . Gæf . I must prevent thee , Cimber ; Thefe crouchings and thefe lowly curtefies , Might ftir ...
... must redrefs ? Met . Moft High , Moft Mighty , and Most Puissant Cæfar , Metellus Cimber throws before thy feat An humble heart . [ Kneeling . Gæf . I must prevent thee , Cimber ; Thefe crouchings and thefe lowly curtefies , Might ftir ...
Pàgina 37
... must be let blood , who elfe is rank . If I myself , there is no hour fo fit As Cæfar's death's hour ; nor no inftrument Of half that worth as thofe your fwords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . With Se 3 . 37 ...
... must be let blood , who elfe is rank . If I myself , there is no hour fo fit As Cæfar's death's hour ; nor no inftrument Of half that worth as thofe your fwords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . With Se 3 . 37 ...
Pàgina 38
... must appear bloody and cruel , As , by our hands , and this our present act , You fee we do ; yet fee you but our hands ,. And this the bleeding bufinefs they have done , Our hearts you fee not : they are pitiful : And pity to the ...
... must appear bloody and cruel , As , by our hands , and this our present act , You fee we do ; yet fee you but our hands ,. And this the bleeding bufinefs they have done , Our hearts you fee not : they are pitiful : And pity to the ...
Pàgina 44
... must pause till it come back to me Pleb . Methinks there is much reafon in his fayings . If thou confider rightly of the matter , Cæfar has had great wrong . 3 Pleb . Has he , masters ? I fear there will a worfe Come in his place ...
... must pause till it come back to me Pleb . Methinks there is much reafon in his fayings . If thou confider rightly of the matter , Cæfar has had great wrong . 3 Pleb . Has he , masters ? I fear there will a worfe Come in his place ...
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The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 7 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear: In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., Volum 7 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1753 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Ægypt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer Brutus Cæfar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould flain fleep foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen Lady Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſpeak ſtand tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyffes What's whofe your's yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 9 - 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 18 - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Pàgina 42 - Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? 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 47 - 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 8 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Pàgina 153 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
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, As a sick girl.
Pàgina 5 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Pàgina 47 - 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...
Pàgina 329 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.