The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volumen7C. 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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... Cafar , and to rejoice in his triumph . Mar.Wherefore rejoice ! what conqueft brings he home ? What tributaries follow him to Rome , To grace in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than fenfeless ...
... Cafar , and to rejoice in his triumph . Mar.Wherefore rejoice ! what conqueft brings he home ? What tributaries follow him to Rome , To grace in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than fenfeless ...
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... Cafar's trophies ; I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . Thefe growing feathers , pluckt from Cæfar's wing , Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ; Who elfe would foar ...
... Cafar's trophies ; I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . Thefe growing feathers , pluckt from Cæfar's wing , Will make him fly an ordinary pitch ; Who elfe would foar ...
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... Cafar . Speak ; Cafar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the Ides of March .. Caf . What man is that ? Bru . A footh - fayer bids you beware the Ides of March . Caf . Set him before me , let me fee his face . Cafca . Fellow , come from ...
... Cafar . Speak ; Cafar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the Ides of March .. Caf . What man is that ? Bru . A footh - fayer bids you beware the Ides of March . Caf . Set him before me , let me fee his face . Cafca . Fellow , come from ...
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... Cafar for their King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then muft I think , you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well : But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it , that you would impart to me ...
... Cafar for their King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then muft I think , you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well : But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it , that you would impart to me ...
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... Cafar cry'd , " Help me , Caffius , or I fink . " I , as Eneas , our great Ancestor , 10 . Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder The old Anchifes bear , fo , from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cafar : and this man Is now ...
... Cafar cry'd , " Help me , Caffius , or I fink . " I , as Eneas , our great Ancestor , 10 . Did from the flames of Troy upon his fhoulder The old Anchifes bear , fo , from the waves of Tyber Did I the tired Cafar : and this man Is now ...
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Página 33 - 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.
Página 331 - 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!
Página 49 - 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.
Página 54 - 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...
Página 22 - 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.
Página 10 - 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.
Página 113 - 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...
Página 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 7 - 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.
Página 372 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.