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 14
... thou go'ft foremoft : Thou rafcal , that art worst in blood , to run Lead'ft first , to win fome vantage .'- Cranks are windings . So , in Venus and Adonis : " He cranks and croffes , with a thousand doubles . " MALONE . 3 Thou rafcal ...
... thou go'ft foremoft : Thou rafcal , that art worst in blood , to run Lead'ft first , to win fome vantage .'- Cranks are windings . So , in Venus and Adonis : " He cranks and croffes , with a thousand doubles . " MALONE . 3 Thou rafcal ...
Pagina 37
... Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire , as big as thou art , Were not fo rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wifh : not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ; but , with thy grim looks , and Thirlby reads : Who ...
... Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire , as big as thou art , Were not fo rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wifh : not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ; but , with thy grim looks , and Thirlby reads : Who ...
Pagina 41
... thou speak'st truth , Methinks , thou speak'it not well . How long is't fince ? MES . Above an hour , my lord . COM . ' Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their drums : 3 The Roman gods , Lead their fucceffes as we wish our own ; ] i , e ...
... thou speak'st truth , Methinks , thou speak'it not well . How long is't fince ? MES . Above an hour , my lord . COM . ' Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their drums : 3 The Roman gods , Lead their fucceffes as we wish our own ; ] i , e ...
Pagina 49
... thou the Hector , That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny , Thou should'ft not fcape me here.- 2 [ They fight , and certain Volces come to the aid of Aufidius . Officious , and not valiant - you have fham'd me In your condemned ...
... thou the Hector , That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny , Thou should'ft not fcape me here.- 2 [ They fight , and certain Volces come to the aid of Aufidius . Officious , and not valiant - you have fham'd me In your condemned ...
Pagina 143
... thou wilt frame Thyfelf , forfooth , hereafter theirs , fo far As thou haft power , and perfon . MEN . This but done , Even as she speaks , why , all their hearts were yours : 3 For they have pardons , being ask'd , as free As words to ...
... thou wilt frame Thyfelf , forfooth , hereafter theirs , fo far As thou haft power , and perfon . MEN . This but done , Even as she speaks , why , all their hearts were yours : 3 For they have pardons , being ask'd , as free As words to ...
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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 |
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.