The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volume 6A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... Thou'rt poor'ft of all , then shortly art thou mine . [ xeunt . ( 36 ) And Pow'r , unto it self moft commendable , Hath not a Tomb fo evident , as a Chair Textol what it hath done . ] This is a very common Sentiment , but moft obfcurely ...
... Thou'rt poor'ft of all , then shortly art thou mine . [ xeunt . ( 36 ) And Pow'r , unto it self moft commendable , Hath not a Tomb fo evident , as a Chair Textol what it hath done . ] This is a very common Sentiment , but moft obfcurely ...
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... thy old father Menenius does ! Oh my fon , my fon ! thou art pre- paring fire for us ; look thee , here's water to quench it . I was hardly mov'd to come to thee ; but being affured , none but my felf could move thee , I have been blown ...
... thy old father Menenius does ! Oh my fon , my fon ! thou art pre- paring fire for us ; look thee , here's water to quench it . I was hardly mov'd to come to thee ; but being affured , none but my felf could move thee , I have been blown ...
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... Thou art my warrior , I holp to frame thee . Do you know this lady ? Cor . The noble fifter of Poplicola , The moon of Rome ; chafte as the ificle , That's curdled by the froft from pureft fnow , And hangs on Dian's Temple : dear ...
... Thou art my warrior , I holp to frame thee . Do you know this lady ? Cor . The noble fifter of Poplicola , The moon of Rome ; chafte as the ificle , That's curdled by the froft from pureft fnow , And hangs on Dian's Temple : dear ...
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... Thou haft affected the firft ftrains of honour , To imitate the graces of the Gods ; To tear with thunder the wide ... art not honeft , and the Gods will plague thee , That thou reftrain'st from me the duty , which To a mother's part ...
... Thou haft affected the firft ftrains of honour , To imitate the graces of the Gods ; To tear with thunder the wide ... art not honeft , and the Gods will plague thee , That thou reftrain'st from me the duty , which To a mother's part ...
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... art thou ? Car . Why , Sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What doft thou with thy best apparel on ? You , Sir , What trade are you ? Cob . Truly , Sir , in refpect of a fine workman , Lam but , as you ...
... art thou ? Car . Why , Sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What doft thou with thy best apparel on ? You , Sir , What trade are you ? Cob . Truly , Sir , in refpect of a fine workman , Lam but , as you ...
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Page 171 - 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.
Page 174 - 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.
Page 131 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Page 130 - 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 242 - 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...
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Page 132 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 243 - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Page 176 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 172 - 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.