The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Eros , mine armour , Eros . Cleo . Sleep a little . [ Exeunt . Ant . No , my chuck : Eros , come , mine armour , Eres . Enter Eros . Come , my good fellow , put mine iron on ; If fortune be not ours to - day , it is Because we brave her ...
... Eros , mine armour , Eros . Cleo . Sleep a little . [ Exeunt . Ant . No , my chuck : Eros , come , mine armour , Eres . Enter Eros . Come , my good fellow , put mine iron on ; If fortune be not ours to - day , it is Because we brave her ...
311 psl.
... Eros : an old Soldier meeting them . Sold . The Gods make this a happy day to Antony ! Ant . Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land ! Eros . Hadft thou done fo , The Kings that have revolted , and the ...
... Eros : an old Soldier meeting them . Sold . The Gods make this a happy day to Antony ! Ant . Would thou and those thy scars had once prevail'd To make me fight at land ! Eros . Hadft thou done fo , The Kings that have revolted , and the ...
312 psl.
... Eros . SCENE VI . Cæfar's Camp . [ Exeunt . Enter Cæfar , Agrippa , with Ænobarbus , and Dolabella . Caf . Go forth , Agrippa , and begin the fight : Our will is , Antony be took alive ; Make it so known . Agr . Cæfar , I fhall . Caf ...
... Eros . SCENE VI . Cæfar's Camp . [ Exeunt . Enter Cæfar , Agrippa , with Ænobarbus , and Dolabella . Caf . Go forth , Agrippa , and begin the fight : Our will is , Antony be took alive ; Make it so known . Agr . Cæfar , I fhall . Caf ...
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... Eros . Eros . They're beaten , Sir , and our advantage ferves For a fair victory . Scar . Let us fcore their backs , And snatch ' em up , as we take hares , behind ; " Tis fport to maul a runner . Ant . I will reward thee , Once for thy ...
... Eros . Eros . They're beaten , Sir , and our advantage ferves For a fair victory . Scar . Let us fcore their backs , And snatch ' em up , as we take hares , behind ; " Tis fport to maul a runner . Ant . I will reward thee , Once for thy ...
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... Eros , Eras ! Enter Cleopatra . Ah , thou spell ! avant . Cleo . Why my Lord enrag'd against his love ? Aut . Vanish , or I fhall give thee thy deserving , And blemish Cafar's triumph . Let him take thee , And hoift thee up to the ...
... Eros , Eras ! Enter Cleopatra . Ah , thou spell ! avant . Cleo . Why my Lord enrag'd against his love ? Aut . Vanish , or I fhall give thee thy deserving , And blemish Cafar's triumph . Let him take thee , And hoift thee up to 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.