The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... seem'd , appear'd to Rome . By the discovery , We shall be shorten'd in our aim ; which was , To take in many towns , ' ere , almost , Rome Should know we were afoot . 2. SEN . Noble Aufidius , Take your commiffion ; hie you to your ...
... seem'd , appear'd to Rome . By the discovery , We shall be shorten'd in our aim ; which was , To take in many towns , ' ere , almost , Rome Should know we were afoot . 2. SEN . Noble Aufidius , Take your commiffion ; hie you to your ...
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... seem fhut , we have but pinn'd with rufhes ; They'll open of themselves . Hark you , far off ; [ Other Alarums . There is Aufidius : lift , what work he makes Amongst your cloven army . MAR . O , they are at it ! LART . Their noise be ...
... seem fhut , we have but pinn'd with rufhes ; They'll open of themselves . Hark you , far off ; [ Other Alarums . There is Aufidius : lift , what work he makes Amongst your cloven army . MAR . O , they are at it ! LART . Their noise be ...
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... hear me but a word . EDI . Peace , peace . MEN . Be that you feem , truly your country's friend , And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redrefs . Bru . Sir , thofe cold ways , That seem 124 CORIOLANUS .
... hear me but a word . EDI . Peace , peace . MEN . Be that you feem , truly your country's friend , And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redrefs . Bru . Sir , thofe cold ways , That seem 124 CORIOLANUS .
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... seem like prudent helps , are very poisonous Where the difeafe is violent : -Lay hands upon him , And bear him to the rock . COR . No ; I'll die here . [ Drawing his fword . There's fome among you have beheld me fighting ; Come , try ...
... seem like prudent helps , are very poisonous Where the difeafe is violent : -Lay hands upon him , And bear him to the rock . COR . No ; I'll die here . [ Drawing his fword . There's fome among you have beheld me fighting ; Come , try ...
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... seems to fignify not only . JOHNSON . 7 - with this bonnet in thy hand ; ] Surely our author wrote- with thy bonnet in thy hand ; for I cannot fuppofe that he intended that Volumnia fhould either touch or take off the bonnet which he ...
... seems to fignify not only . JOHNSON . 7 - with this bonnet in thy hand ; ] Surely our author wrote- with thy bonnet in thy hand ; for I cannot fuppofe that he intended that Volumnia fhould either touch or take off the bonnet which he ...
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Сторінка 243 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Сторінка 341 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Сторінка 332 - 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.
Сторінка 334 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Сторінка 234 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
Сторінка 624 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Сторінка 272 - 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.
Сторінка 223 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Сторінка 340 - 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...
Сторінка 336 - 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.