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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... doth run his Courfe- Ant . Cæfar . My Lord . way , Antonius- Caf . Forget not in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calpburnia ; for our Elders fay , The barren , touched in this holy chase , Sake off their fteril curfe . Ant . I fhall ...
... doth run his Courfe- Ant . Cæfar . My Lord . way , Antonius- Caf . Forget not in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calpburnia ; for our Elders fay , The barren , touched in this holy chase , Sake off their fteril curfe . Ant . I fhall ...
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... doth awe the world Did lofe its luftre ; I did hear him groan ; Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his fpeeches in their books , Alas ! it cry'd- " give me fome drink , Titinius " - 9 His coward lips ...
... doth awe the world Did lofe its luftre ; I did hear him groan ; Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his fpeeches in their books , Alas ! it cry'd- " give me fome drink , Titinius " - 9 His coward lips ...
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... doth amaze me , A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould I So get the ftart of the majestick world , And bear the Palm alone . Bru . Another general shout ! I do believe , that these applauses are [ Shout . Flourish . For fome new honours ...
... doth amaze me , A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould I So get the ftart of the majestick world , And bear the Palm alone . Bru . Another general shout ! I do believe , that these applauses are [ Shout . Flourish . For fome new honours ...
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... doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train . Calpurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero -eternal devil- ] I should think that our authour wrote ra- ther , infernal devil . 4 3 - chew upon this ; ] Confider this ...
... doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train . Calpurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero -eternal devil- ] I should think that our authour wrote ra- ther , infernal devil . 4 3 - chew upon this ; ] Confider this ...
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... doth bear me hard , but he loves Brutus ; * If I were Brutus now , and he were Caffius , He should not humour me . I will , this night , In several hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from feveral citizens , Writings , all ...
... doth bear me hard , but he loves Brutus ; * If I were Brutus now , and he were Caffius , He should not humour me . I will , this night , In several hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from feveral citizens , Writings , all ...
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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.