The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 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 - English drama |
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Page 21
... and our great need of him , You have right well conceited ; let us go , For it is after midnight ; and , ere day , We will awakę him , and be sure of him . [ Exeunt , ៩៦ ACT A C T II . SCENE , BRUTUS's Garden . JULIUS CE SA R. 21.
... and our great need of him , You have right well conceited ; let us go , For it is after midnight ; and , ere day , We will awakę him , and be sure of him . [ Exeunt , ៩៦ ACT A C T II . SCENE , BRUTUS's Garden . JULIUS CE SA R. 21.
Page 38
... Sure , the boy heard me : -Brutus hath a fuit , That Cæfar will not grant . - O , I grow faint : Run , Lucius , and commend me to my Lord ; Say , I am merry ; come to me again , And bring me word what he doth fay to thee . [ Exeunt ...
... Sure , the boy heard me : -Brutus hath a fuit , That Cæfar will not grant . - O , I grow faint : Run , Lucius , and commend me to my Lord ; Say , I am merry ; come to me again , And bring me word what he doth fay to thee . [ Exeunt ...
Page 236
... Sure , the fwift harts have pofted you by land , And winds of all the corners kifs'd your fails , To make your veffel nimble . Phil . Welcome , Sir . Pof . I hope , the briefnefs of your answer made The fpeedinefs of your return . Iach ...
... Sure , the fwift harts have pofted you by land , And winds of all the corners kifs'd your fails , To make your veffel nimble . Phil . Welcome , Sir . Pof . I hope , the briefnefs of your answer made The fpeedinefs of your return . Iach ...
Page 272
... sure . Bel . I cannot tell : long is it fince I faw him , But time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of favour Which then he wore ; the fnatches in his voice , And burst of speaking , were as his : I'm abfolute , ' Twas very Cloten . Arv ...
... sure . Bel . I cannot tell : long is it fince I faw him , But time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of favour Which then he wore ; the fnatches in his voice , And burst of speaking , were as his : I'm abfolute , ' Twas very Cloten . Arv ...
Page 290
... Sure , this is mock reafoning with a Vengeance . What ! because he was made fitter to wonder at great Actions , than to perform any , is he therefore forbid to wonder ? Not and but are perpetually mis . taken for one another in the old ...
... Sure , this is mock reafoning with a Vengeance . What ! because he was made fitter to wonder at great Actions , than to perform any , is he therefore forbid to wonder ? Not and but are perpetually mis . taken for one another in the old ...
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Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 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.
Page 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.