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. kötetJ. 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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77. oldal
... STILL you practife them on me . i . e . I deny your charge , and this is a fresh injury done me . WARBURTON . The true meaning , which will make all emendation unnecessary , is this ; I do not look for your faults , I only fee them ...
... STILL you practife them on me . i . e . I deny your charge , and this is a fresh injury done me . WARBURTON . The true meaning , which will make all emendation unnecessary , is this ; I do not look for your faults , I only fee them ...
100. oldal
... still ; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will . [ He runs on his fword , and dies . 9 Farewel to thee too . Strato . ] reads , Thus the modern editions , I think , rightly . The old folio Farewel to thee , to Strato , countrymen ...
... still ; I kill'd not thee with half fo good a will . [ He runs on his fword , and dies . 9 Farewel to thee too . Strato . ] reads , Thus the modern editions , I think , rightly . The old folio Farewel to thee , to Strato , countrymen ...
108. oldal
... still should go with Antony . Dem . I am full forry , That he approves the common liar , who Thus fpeaks of him at Rome ; but I will hope Of better deeds to - morrow . 1 to weet , ] To know . POPE . -Antony Will be himself . Ant . But ...
... still should go with Antony . Dem . I am full forry , That he approves the common liar , who Thus fpeaks of him at Rome ; but I will hope Of better deeds to - morrow . 1 to weet , ] To know . POPE . -Antony Will be himself . Ant . But ...
119. oldal
... still , T - a race of heav'n.- ] i . e . had a smack or flavour of heaven , WARBURTON . This word is well explained by Dr. Warburton ; the race of wine is the tafte of the foil . Sir T. Hanmer , not understanding the word , reads , ray ...
... still , T - a race of heav'n.- ] i . e . had a smack or flavour of heaven , WARBURTON . This word is well explained by Dr. Warburton ; the race of wine is the tafte of the foil . Sir T. Hanmer , not understanding the word , reads , ray ...
122. oldal
... Still he mends : But this is not the beft . How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe . Ant . I'll leave you , lady . Cleo . Courteous Lord , one word . Sir , you and I muft part ; ( but that's not it , ) Sir , you ...
... Still he mends : But this is not the beft . How this Herculean Roman does become The carriage of his chafe . Ant . I'll leave you , lady . Cleo . Courteous Lord , one word . Sir , you and I muft part ; ( but that's not it , ) Sir , you ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax anſwer blood Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach kifs lady Lord Madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavius paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey prefent Priam purpoſe quarto Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf
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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.
60. oldal - 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.