The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, Volume 7J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... service to my Mafter . Ant . This was the nobleft Roman of them all : All the Confpirators , fave only he , Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar , He , only , in a general honest thought , And common Good to all , made one of them ...
... service to my Mafter . Ant . This was the nobleft Roman of them all : All the Confpirators , fave only he , Did that they did in envy of great Cæfar , He , only , in a general honest thought , And common Good to all , made one of them ...
Page 161
... service , as a Partizan I could not heave . I Serv . 7 To be call'd into a huge fphere , and not to be feen to move in't , are the holes where eyes should be , which pitifully disaster the cheeks . Trumpets . 3 fome o ' their plants ...
... service , as a Partizan I could not heave . I Serv . 7 To be call'd into a huge fphere , and not to be feen to move in't , are the holes where eyes should be , which pitifully disaster the cheeks . Trumpets . 3 fome o ' their plants ...
Page 193
... service of a child , as foon As i ' th ' command of Cafar . I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart , And anfwer me declin'd , fword against sword , Ourselves alone . I'll write it , follow me . [ Exit Antony . Eno . Yes ...
... service of a child , as foon As i ' th ' command of Cafar . I dare him therefore To lay his gay comparisons apart , And anfwer me declin'd , fword against sword , Ourselves alone . I'll write it , follow me . [ Exit Antony . Eno . Yes ...
Page 225
... service that I fhall command you . Guard . Woe , woe are we , Sir ! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out . All . Moft heavy day ! Ant . Nay , good my fellows , do not please sharp To grace Fate it with your forrows . Bid ...
... service that I fhall command you . Guard . Woe , woe are we , Sir ! you may not live to wear All your true follow'rs out . All . Moft heavy day ! Ant . Nay , good my fellows , do not please sharp To grace Fate it with your forrows . Bid ...
Page 297
... services ; so feem , as if You were infpir'd to do those duties , which You tender to her : that you in all obey her , Save when command to your difmiffion tends , And therein you are senseless . Clot . Senfelefs ? not fo . Enter a ...
... services ; so feem , as if You were infpir'd to do those duties , which You tender to her : that you in all obey her , Save when command to your difmiffion tends , And therein you are senseless . Clot . Senfelefs ? not fo . Enter a ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax anſwer blood Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach kifs lady Lord Madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavius paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey prefent Priam purpoſe quarto Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf
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Page 480 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 145 - 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...
Page 10 - 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,
Page 61 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am, to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? — O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Page 65 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 24 - 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.
Page 101 - 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!
Page 11 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 191 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Page 60 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.