The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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Pagina 163
... sword in his hand . SIC . VIR . What then ? What then ? He'd make an end of thy pofterity . VOL . Baftards , and all.- Good man , the wounds that he does bear for Rome ! MEN . Come , come , peace . 5 Sic . Are you mankind ? Vol . Ay ...
... sword in his hand . SIC . VIR . What then ? What then ? He'd make an end of thy pofterity . VOL . Baftards , and all.- Good man , the wounds that he does bear for Rome ! MEN . Come , come , peace . 5 Sic . Are you mankind ? Vol . Ay ...
Pagina 231
... sword , Which we will fecond . When he lies along , After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reafons with his body . AUF . Here come the lords . Say no more ; Enter the Lords of the city . LORDS . You are moft welcome home ...
... sword , Which we will fecond . When he lies along , After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reafons with his body . AUF . Here come the lords . Say no more ; Enter the Lords of the city . LORDS . You are moft welcome home ...
Pagina 234
... sword ! S AUF . Infolent villain ! CON . Kill , kill , kill , kill , kill him . [ AUFIDIUS and the Confpirators draw , and kill CORIOLANUS , who falls , and AUFIDIUS ftands on him . bis fame folds in This orb o ' the earth . ] His fame ...
... sword ! S AUF . Infolent villain ! CON . Kill , kill , kill , kill , kill him . [ AUFIDIUS and the Confpirators draw , and kill CORIOLANUS , who falls , and AUFIDIUS ftands on him . bis fame folds in This orb o ' the earth . ] His fame ...
Pagina 339
... sword . So , " And flourishes his blade in spite of me . " STEEVENS . 9 The dint of pity : ] is the impreffion of pity . The word is in common ufe among our ancient writers . So , in Prefton's Cambyfes : " Your grace therein may hap ...
... sword . So , " And flourishes his blade in spite of me . " STEEVENS . 9 The dint of pity : ] is the impreffion of pity . The word is in common ufe among our ancient writers . So , in Prefton's Cambyfes : " Your grace therein may hap ...
Pagina 494
... sword Philippan . " O ! from Italy ; — Enter a Meffenger . 8 Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears , That long ... swords pompous names . THEOBALD .. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings- ] Shakspeare probably wrote , ( as Sir T. Hanmer ...
... sword Philippan . " O ! from Italy ; — Enter a Meffenger . 8 Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears , That long ... swords pompous names . THEOBALD .. Ram thou thy fruitful tidings- ] Shakspeare probably wrote , ( as Sir T. Hanmer ...
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Pagina 243 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Pagina 341 - 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.
Pagina 332 - 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 334 - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pagina 234 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
Pagina 624 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Pagina 272 - 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. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Pagina 223 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 340 - 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...
Pagina 336 - 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.