The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, Band 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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... She dreamt last night , fhe faw my Statue , Which , like a fountain with an hundred fpouts , Did run pure blood : and many lufty Romans Came fmiling , and did bathe their hands in it . These she applies for warnings and portents , And ...
... She dreamt last night , fhe faw my Statue , Which , like a fountain with an hundred fpouts , Did run pure blood : and many lufty Romans Came fmiling , and did bathe their hands in it . These she applies for warnings and portents , And ...
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... She is dead . Caf . How ' cap'd I killing , when I croft O infupportable and touching lofs ! Upon what sickness ? Bru . Impatient of my abfence ; you fo ? And grief , that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves fo ftrong ...
... She is dead . Caf . How ' cap'd I killing , when I croft O infupportable and touching lofs ! Upon what sickness ? Bru . Impatient of my abfence ; you fo ? And grief , that young Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves fo ftrong ...
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... she is dead , and by strange manner . Bru . Why , farewel , Porcia . We must die , Mef- fala . With meditating that she muft die once , I have the patience to endure it now . Mef . Ev'n fo great men great loffes should endure . Caf . I ...
... she is dead , and by strange manner . Bru . Why , farewel , Porcia . We must die , Mef- fala . With meditating that she muft die once , I have the patience to endure it now . Mef . Ev'n fo great men great loffes should endure . Caf . I ...
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... She here only fays , If I have already had the best of my for- tune , then I fuppofe hall never name children , that is , I am never to be married . How- ever , tell me the truth , tell me , how many boys and wenches ? Pr'ythee , 6 Pr ...
... She here only fays , If I have already had the best of my for- tune , then I fuppofe hall never name children , that is , I am never to be married . How- ever , tell me the truth , tell me , how many boys and wenches ? Pr'ythee , 6 Pr ...
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... She is cunning paft man's thought . Eno . Alack , Sir , no ; her paffions are made of no- thing but the finest part of pure love . We cannot call her winds and waters , fighs and tears , they are greater forms and tempefts than ...
... She is cunning paft man's thought . Eno . Alack , Sir , no ; her paffions are made of no- thing but the finest part of pure love . We cannot call her winds and waters , fighs and tears , they are greater forms and tempefts than ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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,
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.