The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, Том 7A. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... Lord . Caf . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , When he doth run his courfe Antonius , Ant . Cæfar , my Lord . Caf . Forget not in your fpeed , Antonius , To touch Calphurnia ; for our elders fay , The barren touched in this holy ...
... Lord . Caf . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , When he doth run his courfe Antonius , Ant . Cæfar , my Lord . Caf . Forget not in your fpeed , Antonius , To touch Calphurnia ; for our elders fay , The barren touched in this holy ...
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... Lord ? Bru . Get me a taper in my ftudy , Lucius : When it is lighted , come and call me here . Luc . I will , my Lord . [ Exit . Bru . It must be by his death : and , for my part , I know no perfonal caufe to spurn at him ; But But for ...
... Lord ? Bru . Get me a taper in my ftudy , Lucius : When it is lighted , come and call me here . Luc . I will , my Lord . [ Exit . Bru . It must be by his death : and , for my part , I know no perfonal caufe to spurn at him ; But But for ...
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... Lord ! Enter Portia . [ now ?. Bru . Portia , what mean you ? wherefore rise you It is not for your health , thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning . Por . Nor for your's neither . " You've ungently , Brutus , Stole ...
... Lord ! Enter Portia . [ now ?. Bru . Portia , what mean you ? wherefore rise you It is not for your health , thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning . Por . Nor for your's neither . " You've ungently , Brutus , Stole ...
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... Lord Brutus took to wife : I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman well reputed Cato's daughter . Think you I am no ftronger than my fex , Being to father'd , and fo hufbanded ? Tell me your couniels , I will not disclose them : I ...
... Lord Brutus took to wife : I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman well reputed Cato's daughter . Think you I am no ftronger than my fex , Being to father'd , and fo hufbanded ? Tell me your couniels , I will not disclose them : I ...
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... Lord ? Enter á Servant . Caf . Go bid the priests do prefent facrifice , And bring me their opinions of fuccefs . Ser . I will , my Lord . Enter Calphurnia . [ Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæfar ? think you to walk You fhall not ftir ...
... Lord ? Enter á Servant . Caf . Go bid the priests do prefent facrifice , And bring me their opinions of fuccefs . Ser . I will , my Lord . Enter Calphurnia . [ Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæfar ? think you to walk You fhall not ftir ...
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Стр. 9 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Стр. 18 - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:— 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.
Стр. 42 - 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.
Стр. 47 - 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.
Стр. 8 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Стр. 153 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Стр. 9 - 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, As a sick girl.
Стр. 5 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Стр. 47 - 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...
Стр. 329 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.