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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... give him good report for't , but that he pays himself with being proud . 2. CIT . Nay , but speak not maliciously . 1. CIT . I fay unto you , what he hath done fa- moufly , he did it to that end : though foft - con- fcienc'd men can be ...
... give him good report for't , but that he pays himself with being proud . 2. CIT . Nay , but speak not maliciously . 1. CIT . I fay unto you , what he hath done fa- moufly , he did it to that end : though foft - con- fcienc'd men can be ...
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... give good words to thee , will flatter Beneath abhorring . - What would you have , you curs , That like nor peace , nor war ? the one affrights you , The other makes you proud . He that trufts to you , Where he should find you lions ...
... give good words to thee , will flatter Beneath abhorring . - What would you have , you curs , That like nor peace , nor war ? the one affrights you , The other makes you proud . He that trufts to you , Where he should find you lions ...
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... give out Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong , And feebling fuch as ftand not in their liking , Below their cobbled fhoes . They fay , there's grain enough ? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth , ' And let me use my fword ...
... give out Conjectural marriages ; making parties strong , And feebling fuch as ftand not in their liking , Below their cobbled fhoes . They fay , there's grain enough ? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth , ' And let me use my fword ...
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... give the final blow to the nobles . Generofity is high birth . JOHNSON . So , in Measure for Measure : " The generous and graveft citizens - . " See Vol . IV . p . 354 , n . 5. STEEVENS . 4 hang them on the horns o ' the moon , ] So ...
... give the final blow to the nobles . Generofity is high birth . JOHNSON . So , in Measure for Measure : " The generous and graveft citizens - . " See Vol . IV . p . 354 , n . 5. STEEVENS . 4 hang them on the horns o ' the moon , ] So ...
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... give me leave to retire my- felf . " VOL . Indeed , you shall not . Methinks , I hear hither your hufband's drum ; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; A brous bound with oak . ] The crown given by the Romans to him that faved the ...
... give me leave to retire my- felf . " VOL . Indeed , you shall not . Methinks , I hear hither your hufband's drum ; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; A brous bound with oak . ] The crown given by the Romans to him that faved the ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.