The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Band 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 |
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... fhew of love , as I was wont to have ; You bear too ftubborn and too strange a hand , Over your friend that loves you . Bru . Caffius , Be not deceiv'd : if I have veil'd my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself ...
... fhew of love , as I was wont to have ; You bear too ftubborn and too strange a hand , Over your friend that loves you . Bru . Caffius , Be not deceiv'd : if I have veil'd my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself ...
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... Caf . I am glad that my weak words 4 Haye ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus . Enter Cæfar and his Train . Bru . The Games are done , and Cafar is returning Caf . * Caf . As they pafs by , pluck Cafea 12 JULIUS CASAR .
... Caf . I am glad that my weak words 4 Haye ftruck but thus much fhew of fire from Brutus . Enter Cæfar and his Train . Bru . The Games are done , and Cafar is returning Caf . * Caf . As they pafs by , pluck Cafea 12 JULIUS CASAR .
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... fhew us womanish . Cafea . Indeed , they fay , the Senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæfar as a King : And he shall wear his crown by fea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . Caf . I know , where I will wear this dagger ...
... fhew us womanish . Cafea . Indeed , they fay , the Senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæfar as a King : And he shall wear his crown by fea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . Caf . I know , where I will wear this dagger ...
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... fhew thy dang'rous brow by night , When evils are moft free ? Ō then , by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough , To mask thy monftrous vifage ? feek none , conspiracy ; Hide it in fmiles and affability : For if thou path , thy ...
... fhew thy dang'rous brow by night , When evils are moft free ? Ō then , by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough , To mask thy monftrous vifage ? feek none , conspiracy ; Hide it in fmiles and affability : For if thou path , thy ...
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... fhew yourfelves true Romans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look fresh and merrily ; Let not our looks put on our purposes ; But bear it , as our Roman actors do , With untir'd fpirits , and formal conftancy ; And fo , good - morrow to you ...
... fhew yourfelves true Romans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look fresh and merrily ; Let not our looks put on our purposes ; But bear it , as our Roman actors do , With untir'd fpirits , and formal conftancy ; And fo , good - morrow to you ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.