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 12
... these principal parts of the human fabrick by fimilar metaphors : " The kingly - crowned head , the vigilant eye , " The counsellor heart , - . TYRWHITT . And , through the cranks and offices of man , 12 CORIOLANUS .
... these principal parts of the human fabrick by fimilar metaphors : " The kingly - crowned head , the vigilant eye , " The counsellor heart , - . TYRWHITT . And , through the cranks and offices of man , 12 CORIOLANUS .
Pagina 13
... eyes waxed dimme , the feete could not support the body , the armes waxed lazie , the tongue faltered , and could not lay open the mat- ter . Therefore they all with one accord defired the advice of the heart . There REASON laid open ...
... eyes waxed dimme , the feete could not support the body , the armes waxed lazie , the tongue faltered , and could not lay open the mat- ter . Therefore they all with one accord defired the advice of the heart . There REASON laid open ...
Pagina 22
... eyes ? SIC . Nay , but his taunts . BRU . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird3 the gods . SIC . Be - mock the modeft moon . BRU . The prefent wars devour him : he is grown Too proud to be fo valiant . * Your valour puts well forth ...
... eyes ? SIC . Nay , but his taunts . BRU . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird3 the gods . SIC . Be - mock the modeft moon . BRU . The prefent wars devour him : he is grown Too proud to be fo valiant . * Your valour puts well forth ...
Pagina 50
... eyes , as alfo for that Martius had reported vnto him . So in the ende he willed Martius , he should choofe out of all the horses they had taken of their enemies , and of all the goodes they had wonne ( whereof there was great ftore ) ...
... eyes , as alfo for that Martius had reported vnto him . So in the ende he willed Martius , he should choofe out of all the horses they had taken of their enemies , and of all the goodes they had wonne ( whereof there was great ftore ) ...
Pagina 62
... eyes towards the napes of your necks , and make but an interior furvey of your good felves ! O , that you could ! rity , be difcriminated from the corruptions of the ftage , the tran- fcriber , or the printer . It is fcarce credible ...
... eyes towards the napes of your necks , and make but an interior furvey of your good felves ! O , that you could ! rity , be difcriminated from the corruptions of the ftage , the tran- fcriber , or the printer . It is fcarce credible ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1793 |
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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.