The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 7. kötetC. 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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54. oldal
... Shew you fweet Cafar's wounds , poor , poor , dumb mouths ! And bid them fpeak for me . But were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your fpirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæfar , that should ...
... Shew you fweet Cafar's wounds , poor , poor , dumb mouths ! And bid them fpeak for me . But were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your fpirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæfar , that should ...
88. oldal
... Shew him your hand . Eno . Bring in the banquet quickly : wine enough , Cleopatra's health to drink . Char . Good Sir , give me good fortune . Sooth . I make not , but forefee . Char . Pray then , foresee me one . Sooth . You fhall be ...
... Shew him your hand . Eno . Bring in the banquet quickly : wine enough , Cleopatra's health to drink . Char . Good Sir , give me good fortune . Sooth . I make not , but forefee . Char . Pray then , foresee me one . Sooth . You fhall be ...
124. oldal
... Shew's the way , Sir . Pomp . Come . [ Exeunt . Manent Enob . and Menas . Men . Thy father , Pompey , would ne'er have made this treaty . You and I have known , Sir . Eno . At fea , I think . Men . We have , Sir . Eno . You have done ...
... Shew's the way , Sir . Pomp . Come . [ Exeunt . Manent Enob . and Menas . Men . Thy father , Pompey , would ne'er have made this treaty . You and I have known , Sir . Eno . At fea , I think . Men . We have , Sir . Eno . You have done ...
128. oldal
... Shew me which way . Men . These three World - fharers , thefe competitors , Are in thy veffel . Let me cut the cable : And when we are put off , fall to their throats : All then is thine . Pomp . Ah , this thou shouldft have done , And ...
... Shew me which way . Men . These three World - fharers , thefe competitors , Are in thy veffel . Let me cut the cable : And when we are put off , fall to their throats : All then is thine . Pomp . Ah , this thou shouldft have done , And ...
147. oldal
... what further comes . Can . To Cæfar will I render My legions and my horfe ; fix Kings already Shew me the way of yielding . Eno . I'll yet follow G 2 The The wounded chance of Antony , though my reafon Sits ANTONY and CLEOPATRA . ^ 1 47.
... what further comes . Can . To Cæfar will I render My legions and my horfe ; fix Kings already Shew me the way of yielding . Eno . I'll yet follow G 2 The The wounded chance of Antony , though my reafon Sits ANTONY and CLEOPATRA . ^ 1 47.
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33. oldal - 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.
331. oldal - 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!
49. oldal - 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.
54. oldal - 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...
22. 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.
10. oldal - 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.
113. 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...
53. oldal - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
7. oldal - 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.
372. oldal - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.