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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ...
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1747
Æno againſt anſwer Antony Apem bear beſt better blood bring Brutus Cæfar Cæſ Cæſar Caffius cauſe Cleo Cleopatra comes common Coriolanus dead death doth ears enemies Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fall fear fight firſt Flav follow fool fortune friends give Gods gold gone hand hath hear heart himſelf hold honour houſe Italy keep Lady leave live look Lord Lucius lyes Madam Mark Martius maſter mean Meſ moſt mother muſt nature never night noble o'th once peace Pleb poor pray preſent Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſelf Senators ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſword tell thee there's theſe thine thing thoſe thou thou art thought Timon true uſe voices whoſe worthy
188 psl. - 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.
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!
179 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.
178 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
223 psl. - 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
216 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.
178 psl. - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
245 psl. - NAY, but this dotage of our general's 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...
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.