The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 7. kötet
J. and R. Tonson, 1765
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Achilles Ægypt againſt Ajax anſwer Antony Aſide beſt Brutus Caeſ Caeſar Caſ Caſca Caſſius cauſe Ceſ Cleo Cleopatra Clot deſire Diomede doth elſe Enter Eros Exeunt Exit falſe firſt Gods haſt hath heart himſelf honour horſe Iach itſelf kiſs lady laſt leſs Lord loſe loſt Madam Mark Antony maſter Meſ miſtreſs moſt muſt myſelf noble Pandarus paſſage Patroclus Piſ Piſanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poſt Poſthumus praiſe preſent purpoſe Queen queſtion reaſon S C E N E ſaid ſame ſaw ſay ſea ſee ſeek ſeems ſeen ſend ſenſe ſervice ſet Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould ſleep ſoldier ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſpeech ſpirit ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange ſtrike ſuch ſure ſweet ſword tell thee themſelves Ther theſe thing thoſe thou Troi Troilus Ulyſ Ulyſſes uſe whoſe wiſh word yourſelf
480. oldal - 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...
145. oldal - 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...
10. oldal - 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,
61. oldal - 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.
65. oldal - 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.
24. oldal - 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.
101. oldal - 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!
11. oldal - 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.
191. oldal - 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.