The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volumul 7J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pagina 36
... she was Cato's daughter , gives no good reafon : For the might be Cato's daughter , and yet not inherit his firmness ; and the might be a wo- man well reputed , and yet not the beft at a fecret . But if the was well reputed Cato's ...
... she was Cato's daughter , gives no good reafon : For the might be Cato's daughter , and yet not inherit his firmness ; and the might be a wo- man well reputed , and yet not the beft at a fecret . But if the was well reputed Cato's ...
Pagina 41
... She dreamt laft night , fhe faw my Statue , Which , like a fountain with an hundred spouts , Did run pure blood and many lufty Romans Came fmiling , and did bathe their hands in it . These the applies for warnings and portents , And ...
... She dreamt laft night , fhe faw my Statue , Which , like a fountain with an hundred spouts , Did run pure blood and many lufty Romans Came fmiling , and did bathe their hands in it . These the applies for warnings and portents , And ...
Pagina 80
... She is dead . Caf . How ' fcap'd I killing , when I croft you fo ? O infupportable and touching lofs ! Upon what fickness ? Bru . Impatient of my absence ; And grief , that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves fo ftrong ...
... She is dead . Caf . How ' fcap'd I killing , when I croft you fo ? O infupportable and touching lofs ! Upon what fickness ? Bru . Impatient of my absence ; And grief , that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves fo ftrong ...
Pagina 110
... She here only fays , If I have already had the best of my for- tune , then I fuppofe I shall never name children , that is , I am never to be married . How- ever , tell me the truth , tell me , how many boys and wenches ? Pr'ythee , 6 ...
... She here only fays , If I have already had the best of my for- tune , then I fuppofe I shall never name children , that is , I am never to be married . How- ever , tell me the truth , tell me , how many boys and wenches ? Pr'ythee , 6 ...
Pagina 116
... She is cunning paft man's thought . Eno . Alack , Sir , no ; her paffions are made of no- thing but the finest part of pure love . We cannot call her winds and waters , fighs and tears , they are greater ftorms and tempefts than ...
... She is cunning paft man's thought . Eno . Alack , Sir , no ; her paffions are made of no- thing but the finest part of pure love . We cannot call her winds and waters , fighs and tears , they are greater ftorms and tempefts than ...
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Pagina 64 - 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.
Pagina 10 - 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,
Pagina 65 - 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...
Pagina 55 - 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. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy...
Pagina 62 - 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.
Pagina 11 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pagina 11 - 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.
Pagina 58 - 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.
Pagina 101 - 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!
Pagina 39 - 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.