The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, 6 tomasC. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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... sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir'd , Than by the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom'd the best of men , To taunt at flackness . - Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea ! What else ...
... sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir'd , Than by the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom'd the best of men , To taunt at flackness . - Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea ! What else ...
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... sweets On bloffoming Cæfar ; and this pine is bark'd , That over - topp'd them all . Betray'd I am : O this falfe foul of Egypt ! this grave charm , - Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home ; Whose bofom was my crownet ...
... sweets On bloffoming Cæfar ; and this pine is bark'd , That over - topp'd them all . Betray'd I am : O this falfe foul of Egypt ! this grave charm , - Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home ; Whose bofom was my crownet ...
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... sweet queen : Of Cæfar seek your honour , with your safety . - O ! Cleo . They do not go together . Ant . Gentle , hear me : None about Cæfar truft , but Proculeius . Cleo . My refolution , and my hands , I'll trust ; None about Cæfar ...
... sweet queen : Of Cæfar seek your honour , with your safety . - O ! Cleo . They do not go together . Ant . Gentle , hear me : None about Cæfar truft , but Proculeius . Cleo . My refolution , and my hands , I'll trust ; None about Cæfar ...
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... sweet as balm , as foft as air , as gentle , - O An- 5 Are my lips poifon'd by the afpick , that my kifs has deftroyed thee ? Iras must be supposed to have applied an afp to her arm while her mistress was fettling her drefs , or I know ...
... sweet as balm , as foft as air , as gentle , - O An- 5 Are my lips poifon'd by the afpick , that my kifs has deftroyed thee ? Iras must be supposed to have applied an afp to her arm while her mistress was fettling her drefs , or I know ...
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... sweet knaves , And all this courtesy ! The ftrain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey 5 . Alc . Sir , you have fav'd my longing , and I feed Moft hungrily on your fight . Tim . Right welcome , fir : Ere we depart " , we'll fhare a ...
... sweet knaves , And all this courtesy ! The ftrain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey 5 . Alc . Sir , you have fav'd my longing , and I feed Moft hungrily on your fight . Tim . Right welcome , fir : Ere we depart " , we'll fhare a ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare Accurately Printed from the Text ..., 6 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1797 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare Accurately Printed from the Text ..., 6 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1798 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare Accurately Printed from the ..., 6 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1806 |
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64 psl. - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
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51 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...
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78 psl. - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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!
174 psl. - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us.
49 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.
81 psl. - 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.