The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 7C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good - night then , Cafca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Cafea . Farewel , Cicero . Caf . Who's there ? Cafca . A Roman . Enter Caffius . [ Exit Cicero Caf 1 af . Cafca ...
... Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good - night then , Cafca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Cafea . Farewel , Cicero . Caf . Who's there ? Cafca . A Roman . Enter Caffius . [ Exit Cicero Caf 1 af . Cafca ...
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... Send him but hither , and I'll fashion him . : Caf . The morning comes upon's ; we'll leave you Brutus ; And , friends ! difperfe yourselves ; but all remember What you have faid , and fhew yourfelves true Romans . Bru . Good gentlemen ...
... Send him but hither , and I'll fashion him . : Caf . The morning comes upon's ; we'll leave you Brutus ; And , friends ! difperfe yourselves ; but all remember What you have faid , and fhew yourfelves true Romans . Bru . Good gentlemen ...
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... sends This treasure of an oyfter ; at whose foot , To mend the petty prefent , I will piece Her opulent throne with Kingdoms . All the east , Say thou , fhall call her miftrefs . So , he nodded ; And foberly did mount an arm - gaunt ...
... sends This treasure of an oyfter ; at whose foot , To mend the petty prefent , I will piece Her opulent throne with Kingdoms . All the east , Say thou , fhall call her miftrefs . So , he nodded ; And foberly did mount an arm - gaunt ...
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... send thee ? Dio . Now , my Lord . Ant . Where is the am 1 . Dio . Lock'd in her Monument . She had a prophefy ing fear Of what hath come to pafs ; for when the faw , ( Which never fhall be found ) you did fufpect To dod She had difpos'd ...
... send thee ? Dio . Now , my Lord . Ant . Where is the am 1 . Dio . Lock'd in her Monument . She had a prophefy ing fear Of what hath come to pafs ; for when the faw , ( Which never fhall be found ) you did fufpect To dod She had difpos'd ...
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... Send your trunk to me , it fhall fafe be kept , And truly yielded you : You're very welcome . ROGAZENOU АСТ II . [ Exe . பை SCENE , Cymbeline's Palace . WAS Enter Cloten , and two Lords . CLOTEN . AS there ever man had fuch luck ...
... Send your trunk to me , it fhall fafe be kept , And truly yielded you : You're very welcome . ROGAZENOU АСТ II . [ Exe . பை SCENE , Cymbeline's Palace . WAS Enter Cloten , and two Lords . CLOTEN . AS there ever man had fuch luck ...
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Стр. 33 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Стр. 331 - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Стр. 49 - 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. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Стр. 54 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
Стр. 22 - 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. 10 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Стр. 113 - 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. 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Стр. 7 - 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. 372 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.