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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... person , It beggar'd all defcription : fhe did lie In her pavilion , ( cloth of gold , of tiffue , ) O'er - picturing that Venus , where we fee The fancy out - work nature : on each fide her , Stood pretty dimpled boys , like fmiling ...
... person , It beggar'd all defcription : fhe did lie In her pavilion , ( cloth of gold , of tiffue , ) O'er - picturing that Venus , where we fee The fancy out - work nature : on each fide her , Stood pretty dimpled boys , like fmiling ...
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... person . Eno . [ Afide . ] Well , I could reply : — If we should ferve with horfe and mares together The horse were merely loft ; the mares would bear A foldier , and his horse . Cleo . What is't you say ? Eno . Your prefence needs muft ...
... person . Eno . [ Afide . ] Well , I could reply : — If we should ferve with horfe and mares together The horse were merely loft ; the mares would bear A foldier , and his horse . Cleo . What is't you say ? Eno . Your prefence needs muft ...
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... person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharg'd : What thou would't do , Is done unto thy hand ; the last she spake Was , Antony ! most noble Antony ! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony ; it was ...
... person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharg'd : What thou would't do , Is done unto thy hand ; the last she spake Was , Antony ! most noble Antony ! Then in the midst a tearing groan did break The name of Antony ; it was ...
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... person , Alas , a kind of godly jealoufy ( Which , I beseech you , call a virtuous fin ) Makes me afeard . Cre . O heavens ! you love me not . Tro . Die I a villain then ! In this I do not call your faith in question , So mainly as my ...
... person , Alas , a kind of godly jealoufy ( Which , I beseech you , call a virtuous fin ) Makes me afeard . Cre . O heavens ! you love me not . Tro . Die I a villain then ! In this I do not call your faith in question , So mainly as my ...
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... person , and the cause . [ Exeunt the followers of Saturninus . Rome , be as juft and gracious unto me , As I am confident and kind to thee.- Open the gates , and let me in . Baf . Tribunes ! and me , a poor competitor . [ Sat. and Baf ...
... person , and the cause . [ Exeunt the followers of Saturninus . Rome , be as juft and gracious unto me , As I am confident and kind to thee.- Open the gates , and let me in . Baf . Tribunes ! and me , a poor competitor . [ Sat. and Baf ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Afide Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Antony Apem Apemantus blood brother Brutus Cæfar Cafca Caffius Calchas Char Cleo Cleopatra defire Diomed doft doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies flain Flav fome fons fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrong fuch fweet fword give gods Goths hand hath hear heart Hect Hector himſelf honour houſe itſelf Lavinia lord Lucius madam mafter Marcus Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus pleaſe pleaſure Pompey prefent purpoſe queen reafon Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus Troilus Troy Ulyffes uſe whofe word yourſelf
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.