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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22. oldal
... cause to spurn at him ; But for the general . He would be crown'd How might that change his nature , there's the queftion . It is the bright day , that brings forth the adder ; And that craves wary walking : crown him - that- And then I ...
... cause to spurn at him ; But for the general . He would be crown'd How might that change his nature , there's the queftion . It is the bright day , that brings forth the adder ; And that craves wary walking : crown him - that- And then I ...
44. oldal
... we have appeas'd The multitude , befide themfelves with fear ; And then we will deliver you the cause , Why I , that did love Cafar when I ftrook him , Proceeded thus . Ant . Ant . I doubt not of your wisdom . Let 44 JULIUS CAESAR .
... we have appeas'd The multitude , befide themfelves with fear ; And then we will deliver you the cause , Why I , that did love Cafar when I ftrook him , Proceeded thus . Ant . Ant . I doubt not of your wisdom . Let 44 JULIUS CAESAR .
51. oldal
... cause : What cause with - holds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beafts , And men have loft their reason - bear with me , My heart is in the coffin there with Cafar , And I must paufe ' till it come back ...
... cause : What cause with - holds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beafts , And men have loft their reason - bear with me , My heart is in the coffin there with Cafar , And I must paufe ' till it come back ...
59. oldal
... cause to wifh Things done , undone ; but if he be at hand , I shall be satisfy'd .: prefume , form his Ideas and Judgment upon them : ftale and obfolete Imitation , indeed , fixes fuch a Character . I am persuaded , to make the Poet ...
... cause to wifh Things done , undone ; but if he be at hand , I shall be satisfy'd .: prefume , form his Ideas and Judgment upon them : ftale and obfolete Imitation , indeed , fixes fuch a Character . I am persuaded , to make the Poet ...
67. oldal
... cause is ripe ; The enemy increafeth every day , We , at the height , are ready to decline . There is a tide in the affairs of men , Which , taken at the flood , leads on to fortune ; Omitted , all the voyage of their life Is bound in ...
... cause is ripe ; The enemy increafeth every day , We , at the height , are ready to decline . There is a tide in the affairs of men , Which , taken at the flood , leads on to fortune ; Omitted , all the voyage of their life Is bound in ...
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Achilles Ægypt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen kifs lady Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble o'th Octa Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſhall ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyffes whofe yourſelf
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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.