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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... praise him . The evil , that men do , lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Cafar ! noble Brutus Hath told you , Cæfar was ambitious ; If it were fo , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously ...
... praise him . The evil , that men do , lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Cafar ! noble Brutus Hath told you , Cæfar was ambitious ; If it were fo , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously ...
Page 108
... praise yourself , ( 10 ) --Your Wife and Brother Made Wars upon me , and their Conteftation Was theam for you , you were the Word of War . ] I The only Meaning of this can be , that the War , which Antony's Wife and Brother made upon ...
... praise yourself , ( 10 ) --Your Wife and Brother Made Wars upon me , and their Conteftation Was theam for you , you were the Word of War . ] I The only Meaning of this can be , that the War , which Antony's Wife and Brother made upon ...
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... praise of it by telling , you must know , When Cæfar and your brother were at blows , Your mother came to Sicily , and did find Her welcome friendly . Ant . I have heard it , Pompey , And am well ftudied for a liberal thanks , ́ Which I ...
... praise of it by telling , you must know , When Cæfar and your brother were at blows , Your mother came to Sicily , and did find Her welcome friendly . Ant . I have heard it , Pompey , And am well ftudied for a liberal thanks , ́ Which I ...
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... praise my noble act . I hear him mock The luck of Cafar , which the Gods give men T'excufe their after - wrath . Hufband , I come ; Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire , and air ; my other elements I give to bafer ...
... praise my noble act . I hear him mock The luck of Cafar , which the Gods give men T'excufe their after - wrath . Hufband , I come ; Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire , and air ; my other elements I give to bafer ...
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... Praise be to your remembrance , the defcription Of what is in her chamber nothing faves The wager you have laid . Iach . Then , if you can [ Pulling out the Bracelet . Be pale , I beg but leave to air this jewel ; fee ! - And now ' tis ...
... Praise be to your remembrance , the defcription Of what is in her chamber nothing faves The wager you have laid . Iach . Then , if you can [ Pulling out the Bracelet . Be pale , I beg but leave to air this jewel ; fee ! - And now ' tis ...
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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.