The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Band 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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... thine enterprize ! Sure , the boy heard me : -Brutus hath a fuit , That Cæfar will not grant . - 0 , 1 grow faint : Run , Lucius , and commend me to my lord ;, Say , I am merry : come to me again , And bring me word what he doth fay to ...
... thine enterprize ! Sure , the boy heard me : -Brutus hath a fuit , That Cæfar will not grant . - 0 , 1 grow faint : Run , Lucius , and commend me to my lord ;, Say , I am merry : come to me again , And bring me word what he doth fay to ...
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... thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! Here didft thou fall ; -- Here waft thou bay'd , brave hart and here thy hunters ftand , Sign'd in thy fpoil , and crimfon'd in thy lethe . O world ! thou waft the foreft to this hart ; And this ...
... thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! Here didft thou fall ; -- Here waft thou bay'd , brave hart and here thy hunters ftand , Sign'd in thy fpoil , and crimfon'd in thy lethe . O world ! thou waft the foreft to this hart ; And this ...
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... thine , Began to water . Is thy mafter coming ? Serv . He lies to - night within seven leagues of Rome . Ant . Poft back with speed , and tell him what hath . chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of fafety for ...
... thine , Began to water . Is thy mafter coming ? Serv . He lies to - night within seven leagues of Rome . Ant . Poft back with speed , and tell him what hath . chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of fafety for ...
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... thine oath ! Now be a freeman ; and , with this good fword , That ran through Cæfar's bowels , fearch this bofom . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And , when my face is cover'd , as ' tis now , Guide thou the fword ...
... thine oath ! Now be a freeman ; and , with this good fword , That ran through Cæfar's bowels , fearch this bofom . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And , when my face is cover'd , as ' tis now , Guide thou the fword ...
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... thine Is Cæfar's homager : elfe fo thy cheek pays fhame , When thrill - tongu'd Fulvia fcolds . - The meffengers . Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt ! and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space ; Kingdoms are clay : our ...
... thine Is Cæfar's homager : elfe fo thy cheek pays fhame , When thrill - tongu'd Fulvia fcolds . - The meffengers . Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt ! and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space ; Kingdoms are clay : our ...
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Seite 64 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 9 - 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,
Seite 51 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, 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...
Seite 45 - 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.
Seite 51 - 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, 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...
Seite 60 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Seite 78 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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!
Seite 174 - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us.
Seite 49 - 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 81 - O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.