The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Cafar , and to rejoice in his triumph . Mar. Wherefore rejoice ! what conqueft brings he home ? What tributaries follow him to Rome , Το grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks , you ftones , you worse than fenfeless ...
... Cafar , and to rejoice in his triumph . Mar. Wherefore rejoice ! what conqueft brings he home ? What tributaries follow him to Rome , Το grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks , you ftones , you worse than fenfeless ...
175 psl.
... Cafar's trophies ; I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . Thefe growing feathers pluckt from Cafar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch , Who else would foar above ...
... Cafar's trophies ; I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . Thefe growing feathers pluckt from Cafar's wing Will make him fly an ordinary pitch , Who else would foar above ...
177 psl.
... Cafar for their King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well 1 But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it that you would impart to me ? If ...
... Cafar for their King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well 1 But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it that you would impart to me ? If ...
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... Cafar fays to me , Dar'ft thou , Caffius , now Leap in with me into this angry flood , * And fwim to yonder point ? upon the word , Accoutred as I was , I plunged in , And bad him follow ; fo indeed he did . The torrent roar'd , and we ...
... Cafar fays to me , Dar'ft thou , Caffius , now Leap in with me into this angry flood , * And fwim to yonder point ? upon the word , Accoutred as I was , I plunged in , And bad him follow ; fo indeed he did . The torrent roar'd , and we ...
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... Cafar . Caf . Why , man , he doth beftride the narrow world Like a Coloffus , and we petty men Walk under his huge legs , and peep about , To find our felves difhonourable graves . Men at fome times are mafters of their fates : The ...
... Cafar . Caf . Why , man , he doth beftride the narrow world Like a Coloffus , and we petty men Walk under his huge legs , and peep about , To find our felves difhonourable graves . Men at fome times are mafters of their fates : The ...
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217 psl. - 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...
179 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.
213 psl. - 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.
198 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.
241 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!
336 psl. - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
222 psl. - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? 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...
211 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. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
178 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
328 psl. - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.