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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Page 65
... Shew you fweet Cafar'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 fpirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cafar , that should ...
... Shew you fweet Cafar'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 fpirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cafar , that should ...
Page 109
... Shew him your hand . Eno . Bring in the banquet quickly . Wine enough , Cleopatra's health to drink . Char . Good Sir , give me good fortune . Sooth . I make not , but forefee . Char . Pray then , foresee me one . Sooth . You fhall be ...
... Shew him your hand . Eno . Bring in the banquet quickly . Wine enough , Cleopatra's health to drink . Char . Good Sir , give me good fortune . Sooth . I make not , but forefee . Char . Pray then , foresee me one . Sooth . You fhall be ...
Page 137
... would meet him undressed without shew of respect . 7 Nor curfinefs grow to th ' mat- ter . ] Let not ill humour be added to the real subject of our difference , I should I fhould do thus . Caf . Welcome to Rome ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 137.
... would meet him undressed without shew of respect . 7 Nor curfinefs grow to th ' mat- ter . ] Let not ill humour be added to the real subject of our difference , I should I fhould do thus . Caf . Welcome to Rome ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 137.
Page 159
... Shew's the way , Sir . Pomp . Come . [ Exeunt . Manent Enob . and Menas . Men . [ Afide . ] Thy Father , Pompey , would ne'er have made this Treaty . You and I have known , Sir . Eno . At fea , I think . Men . We have , Sir , Eno . You ...
... Shew's the way , Sir . Pomp . Come . [ Exeunt . Manent Enob . and Menas . Men . [ Afide . ] Thy Father , Pompey , would ne'er have made this Treaty . You and I have known , Sir . Eno . At fea , I think . Men . We have , Sir , Eno . You ...
Page 164
... Shew me which way . Men . Thefe three World - fharers , thefe Competitors , Are in thy veffel . Let me cut the cable , And when we are put off , fall to their throats . All then is thine . Pomp . Ah , this thou shouldst have done , And ...
... Shew me which way . Men . Thefe three World - fharers , thefe Competitors , Are in thy veffel . Let me cut the cable , And when we are put off , fall to their throats . All then is thine . Pomp . Ah , this thou shouldst have done , And ...
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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.