The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Band 7C. 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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... brother Caffius at the door , ( 7 ) Sir , March is wafted fifteen Days . ] The Editors are flightly miftaken : It was wafted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th , when the Boy makes his Report . Who Who doth defire to see you ...
... brother Caffius at the door , ( 7 ) Sir , March is wafted fifteen Days . ] The Editors are flightly miftaken : It was wafted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th , when the Boy makes his Report . Who Who doth defire to see you ...
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... brother by decree is banished ; If thou dost bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way ; Know , Cafar doth not wrong ; nor without caufe Will he be fatisfied . Met . Is there no voice more worthy than my ...
... brother by decree is banished ; If thou dost bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way ; Know , Cafar doth not wrong ; nor without caufe Will he be fatisfied . Met . Is there no voice more worthy than my ...
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... brother too must die ; confent you , Lepidus ? Lep . I do consent . ( 14 ) SCENE , a fmall Island . ] Mr. Rowe , and Mr. Pope after him , have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome . The old Copies fay nothing of the Place . Shakespeare ...
... brother too must die ; confent you , Lepidus ? Lep . I do consent . ( 14 ) SCENE , a fmall Island . ] Mr. Rowe , and Mr. Pope after him , have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome . The old Copies fay nothing of the Place . Shakespeare ...
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... brother , you have done me wrong . Bru . Judge me , you Gods ! wrong I mine enemies ? And , if not fo , how fhould I wrong a brother ? Caf . Brutus , this fober form of hides yours And when you do them- Bru . Caffius , be content ...
... brother , you have done me wrong . Bru . Judge me , you Gods ! wrong I mine enemies ? And , if not fo , how fhould I wrong a brother ? Caf . Brutus , this fober form of hides yours And when you do them- Bru . Caffius , be content ...
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... brother ; Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults obferv'd ; Set in a note - book , learn'd , and conn'd by rote , To caft into my teeth . O , I could weep My fpirit from mine , cyes ! -There is my dagger , And here my naked breaft ...
... brother ; Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults obferv'd ; Set in a note - book , learn'd , and conn'd by rote , To caft into my teeth . O , I could weep My fpirit from mine , cyes ! -There is my dagger , And here my naked breaft ...
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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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Seite 33 - 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.
Seite 331 - 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!
Seite 49 - 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.
Seite 54 - 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 22 - 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.
Seite 10 - 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.
Seite 113 - 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...
Seite 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Seite 7 - 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.
Seite 372 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.