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, Volumul 7 |
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Pagina 44
... sweet words , Low crooked curt'sies , and base spaniel fawning . Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou dost bend , and pray and fawn , for him , I spurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cæsar doth not wrong : nor without ...
... sweet words , Low crooked curt'sies , and base spaniel fawning . Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou dost bend , and pray and fawn , for him , I spurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cæsar doth not wrong : nor without ...
Pagina 59
... The image seems to be , that the blood of Cæsar flew upon the statue , and trickled down it . + The dint of pity : ] is the impression of pity . Ant . Good friends , sweet friends , let me SCENE II . 59 JULIUS CESAR .
... The image seems to be , that the blood of Cæsar flew upon the statue , and trickled down it . + The dint of pity : ] is the impression of pity . Ant . Good friends , sweet friends , let me SCENE II . 59 JULIUS CESAR .
Pagina 60
... sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They , that have done this deed , are honourable ; What private griefs they have , alas , I know not , That made them do it ; they are wise and honourable , And ...
... sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They , that have done this deed , are honourable ; What private griefs they have , alas , I know not , That made them do it ; they are wise and honourable , And ...
Pagina 100
... sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the sooth- sayer that you praised so to the queen ? O , that I knew this husband , which , you say , must change his horns with garlands ! * Alex . Soothsayer ...
... sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the sooth- sayer that you praised so to the queen ? O , that I knew this husband , which , you say , must change his horns with garlands ! * Alex . Soothsayer ...
Pagina 102
... sweet Isis , I beseech thee ! And let her die too , and give him a worse ! and let worse follow worse , till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave , fifty - fold a cuckold ! Good Isis , hear me this prayer , though thou deny ...
... sweet Isis , I beseech thee ! And let her die too , and give him a worse ! and let worse follow worse , till the worst of all follow him laughing to his grave , fifty - fold a cuckold ! Good Isis , hear me this prayer , though thou deny ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
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
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Pagina 60 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.