The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 6 tomasA. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... thefe Eyes thou haft feen her , and therefore pull them out , for they will work thy Bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his Editions of our Poet , has erroneously printed Bail too in this Paffage ; but in the old Quarto which I have of ...
... thefe Eyes thou haft feen her , and therefore pull them out , for they will work thy Bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his Editions of our Poet , has erroneously printed Bail too in this Paffage ; but in the old Quarto which I have of ...
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... thefe quarter'd Slaves , as high As I could pitch my lance . Men . Nay , thefe are almoft thoroughly perfuaded : For though abundantly they lack difcretion , Yet are they paffing cowardly . What fays the other troop ? But , I beseech ...
... thefe quarter'd Slaves , as high As I could pitch my lance . Men . Nay , thefe are almoft thoroughly perfuaded : For though abundantly they lack difcretion , Yet are they paffing cowardly . What fays the other troop ? But , I beseech ...
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... thefe fame Inftruments , which you pro- fane , ( 10 ) ( 10 ) May these fame Inftruments , which you profane , Never found more : when Drums and Trumpets hall Ith ' field prove Flatterers , let Courts and Cities Be made all of falfe ...
... thefe fame Inftruments , which you pro- fane , ( 10 ) ( 10 ) May these fame Inftruments , which you profane , Never found more : when Drums and Trumpets hall Ith ' field prove Flatterers , let Courts and Cities Be made all of falfe ...
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... but they Upon their ancient malice , will forget , With the leaft caufe , thefe his new honours ; which That he will give , make I as little question As he is proud to do't . D 4 Bru . Bru . I heard him swear , Were he to CORIOLANUS . 39.
... but they Upon their ancient malice , will forget , With the leaft caufe , thefe his new honours ; which That he will give , make I as little question As he is proud to do't . D 4 Bru . Bru . I heard him swear , Were he to CORIOLANUS . 39.
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... thefe garments ? Sic . You may , Sir . Cor . That I'll ftraight do : and knowing my felf again , Repair to th ' Senate - house . Men . I'll keep you company . Will you along ? Bru . We ftay here for the people . Sic . Fare you well ...
... thefe garments ? Sic . You may , Sir . Cor . That I'll ftraight do : and knowing my felf again , Repair to th ' Senate - house . Men . I'll keep you company . Will you along ? Bru . We ftay here for the people . Sic . Fare you well ...
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171 psl. - 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.
174 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.
131 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!
130 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.
242 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...
132 psl. - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
132 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.
243 psl. - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
176 psl. - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
172 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.