The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 7 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 63
4 psl.
... arms , and there have fate 2 Mar. What mean'ft thou by that ? ] As the Cobler , in the preceding speech , replies to Fla- vius , not to Marullus ; ' tis plain , I think , this fpeech must be given to Flavius . THEOBALD . I have replaced ...
... arms , and there have fate 2 Mar. What mean'ft thou by that ? ] As the Cobler , in the preceding speech , replies to Fla- vius , not to Marullus ; ' tis plain , I think , this fpeech must be given to Flavius . THEOBALD . I have replaced ...
21 psl.
... arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . 6 Cafca . You fpeak to Cafca , and to such a man , That is no flearing tell - tale . Hold my hand : 7 Be factious for redrefs of all these griefs , And I will fet this foot of mine as far , As ...
... arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . 6 Cafca . You fpeak to Cafca , and to such a man , That is no flearing tell - tale . Hold my hand : 7 Be factious for redrefs of all these griefs , And I will fet this foot of mine as far , As ...
32 psl.
... arm , When Cafar's head is off . Caf . Yet I do fear him ; For in th ' ingrafted love he bears to Cafar Bru . Alas , good Caffius , do not think of him : If he love Cafar , all that he can do 2 Is to himself ; take thought , and die for ...
... arm , When Cafar's head is off . Caf . Yet I do fear him ; For in th ' ingrafted love he bears to Cafar Bru . Alas , good Caffius , do not think of him : If he love Cafar , all that he can do 2 Is to himself ; take thought , and die for ...
34 psl.
... arms a cross , And , when I afk'd you what the matter was , You ftar'd upon me with ungentle looks ; I urg'd you further ; then then you scratch'd your head , And too impatiently ftamp'd with your foot : Yet I infifted ; yet you answer ...
... arms a cross , And , when I afk'd you what the matter was , You ftar'd upon me with ungentle looks ; I urg'd you further ; then then you scratch'd your head , And too impatiently ftamp'd with your foot : Yet I infifted ; yet you answer ...
41 psl.
... arm so far , To be afraid to tell Grey - beards the truth ? Decius , go tell them , Cafar will not come . Dec. Moft ... arms , and wealth and honour to the noble Romans through his beneficence , expreffed by the words , From you , great ...
... arm so far , To be afraid to tell Grey - beards the truth ? Decius , go tell them , Cafar will not come . Dec. Moft ... arms , and wealth and honour to the noble Romans through his beneficence , expreffed by the words , From you , great ...
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
The Plays of William Shakespeare– In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1813 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare– In Eight Volumes, with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare– In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1813 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Achilles Ægypt Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fome fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach itſelf kifs lady laft Lord Madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavius paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey prefent Priam purpoſe quarto Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word
Populiarios ištraukos
64 psl. - 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.
10 psl. - 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,
65 psl. - 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...
55 psl. - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy...
62 psl. - 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.
11 psl. - 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.
11 psl. - 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.
58 psl. - 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.
101 psl. - 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!
39 psl. - 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.