The Works of Shakespeare, Band 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... falfe to Fulvia ? riotous madness To be entangled with these mouth - made vows , Which break themselves in fwearing ! Ant . Molt fweet Queen , Cleo . Nay , pray you , feek no colour for your going , But bid farewel , and go : when you ...
... falfe to Fulvia ? riotous madness To be entangled with these mouth - made vows , Which break themselves in fwearing ! Ant . Molt fweet Queen , Cleo . Nay , pray you , feek no colour for your going , But bid farewel , and go : when you ...
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... falfe love ! Where be the facred vials thou should'ft fill With forrowful water ? now I fee , I fee , In Fulvia's death , how mine fhall be receiv'd . Ant . Quarrel no more , but be prepar'd to know The purposes I bear ; which are , or ...
... falfe love ! Where be the facred vials thou should'ft fill With forrowful water ? now I fee , I fee , In Fulvia's death , how mine fhall be receiv'd . Ant . Quarrel no more , but be prepar'd to know The purposes I bear ; which are , or ...
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... falfe .. Mene . From Silvius , Sir . Pom . He dreams ; I know , they are in Rome toge- ther , Looking for Antony : but all the charms of love , Salt Cleopatra , foften thy wan lip ! Let witchcraft join with beauty ; luft with both ...
... falfe .. Mene . From Silvius , Sir . Pom . He dreams ; I know , they are in Rome toge- ther , Looking for Antony : but all the charms of love , Salt Cleopatra , foften thy wan lip ! Let witchcraft join with beauty ; luft with both ...
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... falfe Con- cord ? the bigb Gods make his Minifters ? He has not writ thus in a parellel Paffage ; and therefore the Abfurdity ought to be laid to the Editors . Macbeth Is ripe for fbaking , and the Pow'rs above Put on their laftruments ...
... falfe Con- cord ? the bigb Gods make his Minifters ? He has not writ thus in a parellel Paffage ; and therefore the Abfurdity ought to be laid to the Editors . Macbeth Is ripe for fbaking , and the Pow'rs above Put on their laftruments ...
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... falfe foul of Egypt ! this gay Charm , Whose eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home , Whose bosom was my Crownet , my chief end , Like a right Gipfie , hath at faft and loofe Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs . What , Eros ...
... falfe foul of Egypt ! this gay Charm , Whose eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home , Whose bosom was my Crownet , my chief end , Like a right Gipfie , hath at faft and loofe Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs . What , Eros ...
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Seite 52 - 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; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Seite 47 - 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.
Seite 168 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Seite 59 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 10 - 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Seite 184 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Seite 49 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Seite 82 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Seite 176 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Seite 9 - 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.