The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, Том 7J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... Clot . If my fhirt were bloody , then to fhift it-- Have I hurt him ? 2 Lord . No , faith : Not fo much as his patience . [ Afide . 1 Lord . Hurt him ? his body's a paffable carcals , if he he be not hurt . It is a thorough - 266 ...
... Clot . If my fhirt were bloody , then to fhift it-- Have I hurt him ? 2 Lord . No , faith : Not fo much as his patience . [ Afide . 1 Lord . Hurt him ? his body's a paffable carcals , if he he be not hurt . It is a thorough - 266 ...
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... Clot . I would , they had not come between us . 2 Lord . So would I , ' till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground . [ Afide . Clot . And that the fhould love this fellow , and re- fufe me ! 2 Lord . If it be a fin ...
... Clot . I would , they had not come between us . 2 Lord . So would I , ' till you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground . [ Afide . Clot . And that the fhould love this fellow , and re- fufe me ! 2 Lord . If it be a fin ...
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... Clot . You'll go with us ? 1 Lord . I'll attend your Lordship . Clot . Nay , come , let's go together . 2 Lord . Well , my Lord . Imo . I SCENE V. Imogen's Apartments . Enter Imogen , and Pifanio . [ Exeunt . Would , thou grew'ft unto ...
... Clot . You'll go with us ? 1 Lord . I'll attend your Lordship . Clot . Nay , come , let's go together . 2 Lord . Well , my Lord . Imo . I SCENE V. Imogen's Apartments . Enter Imogen , and Pifanio . [ Exeunt . Would , thou grew'ft unto ...
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... it would have run all out . [ Afide . Clot . When a gentleman is difpofed to fwear , it is not for any ftanders - by to curtail his oaths . Ha ? 2 Lord . 2 Lord . No , my Lord ; nor crop 290 CYMBELINE . ACT II. SCENE I. ...
... it would have run all out . [ Afide . Clot . When a gentleman is difpofed to fwear , it is not for any ftanders - by to curtail his oaths . Ha ? 2 Lord . 2 Lord . No , my Lord ; nor crop 290 CYMBELINE . ACT II. SCENE I. ...
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... Clot . I am not vext more at any thing in the earth , -a pox on't ! I had rather not be fo noble as I am ; they dare ... Clot . Say't thou ? [ Afide . 1 Lord . It is not fit your Lordship fhould undertake every companion , that you give ...
... Clot . I am not vext more at any thing in the earth , -a pox on't ! I had rather not be fo noble as I am ; they dare ... Clot . Say't thou ? [ Afide . 1 Lord . It is not fit your Lordship fhould undertake every companion , that you give ...
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Стр. 480 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Стр. 145 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Стр. 10 - 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,
Стр. 61 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. 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? — O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Стр. 65 - 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. 24 - 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.
Стр. 101 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Стр. 11 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Стр. 191 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Стр. 60 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.