The Works of Shakespeare, Band 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... defires ; I'll leave you . Caf . Brutus , I do observe you now of late ; I have not from your eyes that gentleness And fhew of love , as I was wont to have ; You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you ...
... defires ; I'll leave you . Caf . Brutus , I do observe you now of late ; I have not from your eyes that gentleness And fhew of love , as I was wont to have ; You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you ...
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... , March is wafted fifteen days . ] The Editors are lightly mistaken : It was wasted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th , when the Boŷ makes his Report . Who Who doth defire to fee you . Bru . Is 24 JULIUS Cæsar .
... , March is wafted fifteen days . ] The Editors are lightly mistaken : It was wasted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th , when the Boŷ makes his Report . Who Who doth defire to fee you . Bru . Is 24 JULIUS Cæsar .
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Who doth defire to fee you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , Sir , there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , Sir , their Hats are pluckt about their ears , And half their faces ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Who doth defire to fee you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , Sir , there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , Sir , their Hats are pluckt about their ears , And half their faces ...
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... defire you to o'er - read , At your beft leifure , this his humble fuit . Art . O Cafar , read mine firft ; for mine's a fuit , That touches Cafar nearer . Read it , great Cafar . Caf . What touches us our felf , fhall be laft ferv'd ...
... defire you to o'er - read , At your beft leifure , this his humble fuit . Art . O Cafar , read mine firft ; for mine's a fuit , That touches Cafar nearer . Read it , great Cafar . Caf . What touches us our felf , fhall be laft ferv'd ...
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... defire no more . Bru . Prepare the body then , and follow us . Manet Antony . [ Exeunt Confpirators Ant . O pardon me , thou bleeding piece of earth ! That I am meek and gentle with thefe butchers . Thou art the ruins of the noblest man ...
... defire no more . Bru . Prepare the body then , and follow us . Manet Antony . [ Exeunt Confpirators Ant . O pardon me , thou bleeding piece of earth ! That I am meek and gentle with thefe butchers . Thou art the ruins of the noblest man ...
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Seite 52 - 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 47 - 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 168 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Seite 59 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 10 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Seite 184 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 82 - 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.
Seite 176 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Seite 9 - 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.