The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 8J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Стр. 353
... Cleo . Where is he ? Char . ALEXAS . I did not see him since . Cleo . See where he is , who's with him , what he does : - I did not send you ; —If you find him sad , 7 Leave . • Horse . 9 Look as if I did not send you . Say , I am ...
... Cleo . Where is he ? Char . ALEXAS . I did not see him since . Cleo . See where he is , who's with him , what he does : - I did not send you ; —If you find him sad , 7 Leave . • Horse . 9 Look as if I did not send you . Say , I am ...
Стр. 354
... Cleo . What should I do , I do not ? Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far : I wish , forbear ; In time we hate that which we ...
... Cleo . What should I do , I do not ? Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far : I wish , forbear ; In time we hate that which we ...
Стр. 355
... Cleo . O , never was there queen So mightily betray'd ! Yet , at the first , I saw the treasons planted . Ant . Cleopatra , - Cleo . Why should I think , you can be mine , and true , Though you in swearing shake the throned gods , Who ...
... Cleo . O , never was there queen So mightily betray'd ! Yet , at the first , I saw the treasons planted . Ant . Cleopatra , - Cleo . Why should I think , you can be mine , and true , Though you in swearing shake the throned gods , Who ...
Стр. 356
... Cleo . Though age from folly could not give me freedom , It does from childishness : -Can Fulvia die ? 5 Ant . She's dead , my queen : Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read 6 The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best ...
... Cleo . Though age from folly could not give me freedom , It does from childishness : -Can Fulvia die ? 5 Ant . She's dead , my queen : Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read 6 The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best ...
Стр. 357
... Cleo . You can do better yet ; but this is meetly . Ant . Now , by my sword , - Cleo . - " And target , -Still he mends ; But this is not the best : Look , pr'ythee , Charmian , How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his ...
... Cleo . You can do better yet ; but this is meetly . Ant . Now , by my sword , - Cleo . - " And target , -Still he mends ; But this is not the best : Look , pr'ythee , Charmian , How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his ...
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Стр. 312 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Стр. 303 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 1 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...
Стр. 315 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Стр. 314 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions,. Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Стр. 300 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Стр. 251 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Стр. 299 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, 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...
Стр. 475 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me. Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. — Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act ; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath.
Стр. 250 - Did I the tired Caesar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Стр. 266 - Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks. [Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.