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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... gods , not the patricians , make it ; and Your knees to them , not arms , muft help . Alack , You are tranfported by calamity 8 Thither where more attends you ; and you flander The helms o'the ftate , who care for you like fathers ...
... gods , not the patricians , make it ; and Your knees to them , not arms , muft help . Alack , You are tranfported by calamity 8 Thither where more attends you ; and you flander The helms o'the ftate , who care for you like fathers ...
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... gods , keep you in awe , which else 5 That like nor peace , nor war ? the one affrights you , The other makes you proud . ] Coriolanus does not use these two fentences confequentially , but firft reproaches them with unfteadiness , then ...
... gods , keep you in awe , which else 5 That like nor peace , nor war ? the one affrights you , The other makes you proud . ] Coriolanus does not use these two fentences confequentially , but firft reproaches them with unfteadiness , then ...
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... gods fent not In a note on this laft paffage , Steevens afferts , that quarry means game purfued or killed , and fupports that opinion by a paffage in Maffinger's Guardian ; and from thence I fuppofe the word was ufed to exprefs a heap ...
... gods fent not In a note on this laft paffage , Steevens afferts , that quarry means game purfued or killed , and fupports that opinion by a paffage in Maffinger's Guardian ; and from thence I fuppofe the word was ufed to exprefs a heap ...
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... gods affift you ! AUF . And keep your honours fafe ! 1. SEN . 2. SEN . ALL . Farewell . Farewell . Farewell . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Rome . An Apartment in Marcius ' boufe . Enter VOLUMNIA , and VIRGILIA : They fit down en two low ...
... gods affift you ! AUF . And keep your honours fafe ! 1. SEN . 2. SEN . ALL . Farewell . Farewell . Farewell . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Rome . An Apartment in Marcius ' boufe . Enter VOLUMNIA , and VIRGILIA : They fit down en two low ...
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... gods , Lead their fucceffes as we wifh our own ; That both our powers , with smiling fronts encoun- t'ring , Enter a ... gods , Lead their fucceffes as we wish our own ; ] i , e . May the Roman gods , & c . MALONE . How could'ft thou in ...
... gods , Lead their fucceffes as we wifh our own ; That both our powers , with smiling fronts encoun- t'ring , Enter a ... gods , Lead their fucceffes as we wish our own ; ] i , e . May the Roman gods , & c . MALONE . How could'ft thou in ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.