The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... She fhall , she shall . VIR . Indeed , no , by your patience : I will not over the threshold , till my lord return from the wars . VAL . Fie , you confine yourself moft unreasonably : Come , you must go vifit the good lady that lies in ...
... She fhall , she shall . VIR . Indeed , no , by your patience : I will not over the threshold , till my lord return from the wars . VAL . Fie , you confine yourself moft unreasonably : Come , you must go vifit the good lady that lies in ...
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... she placeth higheft ! So , farewell . LART . Thou worthieft Marcius ! - [ Exit MARCIUS , Go , found thy trumpet in the market - place ; Call thither all the officers of the town , Where they fhall know our mind : Away . 2 Than dangerous ...
... she placeth higheft ! So , farewell . LART . Thou worthieft Marcius ! - [ Exit MARCIUS , Go , found thy trumpet in the market - place ; Call thither all the officers of the town , Where they fhall know our mind : Away . 2 Than dangerous ...
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... she does praise me , grieves me . I have done , As you have done ; that's what I can ; induc'd As you have been ; that's for my country : He , that has but effected his good will , Hath overta'en mine act.9 • And , gladly quak'd , ] i ...
... she does praise me , grieves me . I have done , As you have done ; that's what I can ; induc'd As you have been ; that's for my country : He , that has but effected his good will , Hath overta'en mine act.9 • And , gladly quak'd , ] i ...
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... she earthly , no nobler , ) whither do you follow your eyes fo faft ? VOL . Honourable Menenius , my boy Marcius approaches ; for the love of Juno , let's go , MEN . Ha ! Marcius coming home ? 7 Our very priefis muft become mockers , if ...
... she earthly , no nobler , ) whither do you follow your eyes fo faft ? VOL . Honourable Menenius , my boy Marcius approaches ; for the love of Juno , let's go , MEN . Ha ! Marcius coming home ? 7 Our very priefis muft become mockers , if ...
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... that time ufed for a fit , fimply . So , to be rap'd , fignified , to be in a fit . WARBURTON . If the explanation of Bishop Warburton be allowed , a rapture While she chats him : the kitchen malkin ' pins 72 CORIOLANU S.
... that time ufed for a fit , fimply . So , to be rap'd , fignified , to be in a fit . WARBURTON . If the explanation of Bishop Warburton be allowed , a rapture While she chats him : the kitchen malkin ' pins 72 CORIOLANU S.
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Seite 243 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Seite 341 - 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 332 - 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 334 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Seite 234 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
Seite 624 - 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 272 - 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 223 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Seite 340 - 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 336 - 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.