The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 7 tomasC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Fortune to hit upon them . I dare warrant , the Printers made no Blunder in this Inftance ; and therefore I have made bold to restore the Speech to its right Owner . Brutus efteem'd the Death of Ca ar a Sacrifice to Liberty and , as ...
... Fortune to hit upon them . I dare warrant , the Printers made no Blunder in this Inftance ; and therefore I have made bold to restore the Speech to its right Owner . Brutus efteem'd the Death of Ca ar a Sacrifice to Liberty and , as ...
43 psl.
... fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus , Thorough the hazards of this untrod State , With all true faith . So fays my mafter Antony . Bru . Thy mafter is a wife and valiant Roman ; I never thought him worse . Tell him , fo please him come ...
... fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus , Thorough the hazards of this untrod State , With all true faith . So fays my mafter Antony . Bru . Thy mafter is a wife and valiant Roman ; I never thought him worse . Tell him , fo please him come ...
49 psl.
... fortune , honour for his valour , and death for his ambition . Who's here fo base , that would be a bond - man ? if any , fpeak ; for him have I offended . Who is here fo rude , that would not be a Roman ? if any , fpeak , for him have ...
... fortune , honour for his valour , and death for his ambition . Who's here fo base , that would be a bond - man ? if any , fpeak ; for him have I offended . Who is here fo rude , that would not be a Roman ? if any , fpeak , for him have ...
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... Fortune is merry , And in this mood will give us any thing . Serv . I heard him fay , Brutus and Caffius Are rid , like madmen , through the gates of Rome . Ant . Belike , they had fome notice of the people , How I had mov'd them ...
... Fortune is merry , And in this mood will give us any thing . Serv . I heard him fay , Brutus and Caffius Are rid , like madmen , through the gates of Rome . Ant . Belike , they had fome notice of the people , How I had mov'd them ...
67 psl.
... fortune ; Omitted , all the voyage of their life Is bound in fhallows , and in miferies . On fuch a full fea are we now a - float : And we must take the current when it ferves , Our lofe our ventures . Caf Then , with your will , go on ...
... fortune ; Omitted , all the voyage of their life Is bound in fhallows , and in miferies . On fuch a full fea are we now a - float : And we must take the current when it ferves , Our lofe our ventures . Caf Then , with your will , go on ...
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1757 |
The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1773 |
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33 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.
331 psl. - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
49 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.
54 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...
22 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.
10 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
113 psl. - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
53 psl. - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
7 psl. - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
372 psl. - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.