The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Volume 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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... She dreamt to - night fhe faw my ftatue , which Like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood ; and many lufty Romans Came fmiling , and did bathe their hands in it . And thefe does she apply for warnings , and portents ...
... She dreamt to - night fhe faw my ftatue , which Like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood ; and many lufty Romans Came fmiling , and did bathe their hands in it . And thefe does she apply for warnings , and portents ...
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... She is dead . Caf . How fcap'd I killing , when I crofs'd you fo ? — O infupportable and touching lofs ! - Upon what fickness ? Bru . Impatient of my abfence ; - And grief , that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themfelves fo ...
... She is dead . Caf . How fcap'd I killing , when I crofs'd you fo ? — O infupportable and touching lofs ! - Upon what fickness ? Bru . Impatient of my abfence ; - And grief , that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themfelves fo ...
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... She is cunning paft man's thought . Eno , Alack , fir , no ; her paffions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love : We cannot call her winds and waters , fighs and tears ; they are greater ftorms ' and tempefts than ...
... She is cunning paft man's thought . Eno , Alack , fir , no ; her paffions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love : We cannot call her winds and waters , fighs and tears ; they are greater ftorms ' and tempefts than ...
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... She's dead , my queen : Look here , and , at thy fovereign leifure , read The garboils fhe awak'd ; at the last , beft : See , when , and where he died . Cleo . O moft falfe love ! Where be the facred vials thou fhould't fill With ...
... She's dead , my queen : Look here , and , at thy fovereign leifure , read The garboils fhe awak'd ; at the last , beft : See , when , and where he died . Cleo . O moft falfe love ! Where be the facred vials thou fhould't fill With ...
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... She's a moft triumphant lady , if report be square to her 4 . Eno . When the first met Mark Antony , fhe purfed up his heart , upon the river of Cydnus . Agr . There the appear'd indeed ; or my reporter de- vis'd well for her . Eno . I ...
... She's a moft triumphant lady , if report be square to her 4 . Eno . When the first met Mark Antony , fhe purfed up his heart , upon the river of Cydnus . Agr . There the appear'd indeed ; or my reporter de- vis'd well for her . Eno . I ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1797 |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 64 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Página 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,
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.