The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 7 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Rome , thou haft loft the Breed of noble bloods . When went there by an age , fince the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they fay , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide walls incompafs'd ...
... Rome , thou haft loft the Breed of noble bloods . When went there by an age , fince the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they fay , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide walls incompafs'd ...
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... Rome , -Speak , frike , redress . ( 8 ) Is not to - morrow , boy , the first of March ? ] I dare pronounce a palpable blunder here , which none of the editors have ever been aware of . Brutus enquires whether the firft of March be come ...
... Rome , -Speak , frike , redress . ( 8 ) Is not to - morrow , boy , the first of March ? ] I dare pronounce a palpable blunder here , which none of the editors have ever been aware of . Brutus enquires whether the firft of March be come ...
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... Rome thus must I piece it out , Shall Rome ftand under one man's awe ? what ! Rome ? " My ancestors did from the streets of Rome " The Tarquin drive , when he was call'd a King . " Speak , ftrike , red : efs am I entreated then To fpeak ...
... Rome thus must I piece it out , Shall Rome ftand under one man's awe ? what ! Rome ? " My ancestors did from the streets of Rome " The Tarquin drive , when he was call'd a King . " Speak , ftrike , red : efs am I entreated then To fpeak ...
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... Rome ! Brave fon , deriv'd from honourable loins ! Thou , like an Exorcift , haft conjur'd up My mortified fpirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things impoffible ; Yea , get the better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece ...
... Rome ! Brave fon , deriv'd from honourable loins ! Thou , like an Exorcift , haft conjur'd up My mortified fpirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things impoffible ; Yea , get the better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece ...
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... Rome ! Brave fon , deriv'd from honourable loins ! Thou , like an Exorcift , haft conjur'd up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things impoffible ; Yea , get the better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece ...
... Rome ! Brave fon , deriv'd from honourable loins ! Thou , like an Exorcift , haft conjur'd up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things impoffible ; Yea , get the better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece ...
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47 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.
22 psl. - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd: 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.
359 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!
198 psl. - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
52 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...
60 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...
52 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.
50 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.
47 psl. - CAESAR'S body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not?
30 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.