The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 6. kötetA. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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47. oldal
... Shew them th ' unaking scars , which I would hide , As if I had receiv'd them for the hire Of their breath only Men . Do not ftand upon't : - We recommend t'ye , Tribunes of the People , Our purpose to them , and to our noble Conful ...
... Shew them th ' unaking scars , which I would hide , As if I had receiv'd them for the hire Of their breath only Men . Do not ftand upon't : - We recommend t'ye , Tribunes of the People , Our purpose to them , and to our noble Conful ...
71. oldal
... shew the abfurd Corruption of thefe Lines . I would read therefore has waving thy Hand , Which foften thus , correcting thy flout Heart 3 This is a very proper Precept of Action fuiting the Occafion ; Wave thy Hand , fays She , and ...
... shew the abfurd Corruption of thefe Lines . I would read therefore has waving thy Hand , Which foften thus , correcting thy flout Heart 3 This is a very proper Precept of Action fuiting the Occafion ; Wave thy Hand , fays She , and ...
80. oldal
... Shew'd mafter hip in floating . Fortune's blows , When most struck home , being gently warded , craves A noble Cunning . You were us'd to load me With precepts , that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them . Vir . Oh heav'ns ...
... Shew'd mafter hip in floating . Fortune's blows , When most struck home , being gently warded , craves A noble Cunning . You were us'd to load me With precepts , that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them . Vir . Oh heav'ns ...
110. oldal
... Shew duty as mistaken all the while , Between the child and parent . Cor . What is this ? Your knees to me ? to your corrected fon ? Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach Fillop the ftars : then , let the mutinous winds Strike the ...
... Shew duty as mistaken all the while , Between the child and parent . Cor . What is this ? Your knees to me ? to your corrected fon ? Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach Fillop the ftars : then , let the mutinous winds Strike the ...
113. oldal
... Shew'd thy dear mother any courtefie ; When the , ( poor hen ) fond of no fecond brood , Has cluck'd thee to the wars , and fafely home , Loaden with honour . Say , my Request's unjust , And fpurn me back : but if it be not fo , Thou ...
... Shew'd thy dear mother any courtefie ; When the , ( poor hen ) fond of no fecond brood , Has cluck'd thee to the wars , and fafely home , Loaden with honour . Say , my Request's unjust , And fpurn me back : but if it be not fo , Thou ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
171. oldal - 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.
174. oldal - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
131. oldal - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
130. 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.
242. 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...
132. oldal - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
132. oldal - 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.
243. oldal - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
176. oldal - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
172. 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.