The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Band 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret . Pain . It is a pretty mocking of the life . Here is a touch ; Is't good ? Poet . I'll say of it , It tutors nature ...
... eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret . Pain . It is a pretty mocking of the life . Here is a touch ; Is't good ? Poet . I'll say of it , It tutors nature ...
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... any particular character . 7 One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron . 8 To advance their conditions of life . VOL . VIII . Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One SCENE 1. ] 5 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... any particular character . 7 One who shows by reflection the looks of his patron . 8 To advance their conditions of life . VOL . VIII . Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One SCENE 1. ] 5 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One do I personate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to ...
... eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd , One do I personate of lord Timon's frame , Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to ...
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... eyes cannot hold out water , methinks : to forget their faults , I drink to you . Apem . Thou weepest to make them drink , Timon . 2 Lord . Joy had the like conception in our eyes . 3 Lord . I promise you , my lord , you mov'd me much ...
... eyes cannot hold out water , methinks : to forget their faults , I drink to you . Apem . Thou weepest to make them drink , Timon . 2 Lord . Joy had the like conception in our eyes . 3 Lord . I promise you , my lord , you mov'd me much ...
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... eyes behind ; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . 2 2 [ Exit , and returns with the casket . 1 Lord . Where be our men ? Serv . 2 Lord . Our horses . Tim . Here , my lord , in readiness . O my friends , I have one word To ...
... eyes behind ; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . 2 2 [ Exit , and returns with the casket . 1 Lord . Where be our men ? Serv . 2 Lord . Our horses . Tim . Here , my lord , in readiness . O my friends , I have one word To ...
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Seite 217 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Seite 326 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 261 - 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.
Seite 217 - 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 ourselve»dishonourable graves.
Seite 260 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, 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.
Seite 264 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Seite 273 - For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius...
Seite 263 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. 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.
Seite 256 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestick fury, and fierce civil strife, Shall cumber all the parts of Italy : Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war...
Seite 258 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.