The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, Volumen 7J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must 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 ? If it be aught ...
... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must 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 ? If it be aught ...
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... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have some aim , How I have thought of this , and of these times , I fhall recount hereafter ; for this present , I would not , fo with love I might ...
... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have some aim , How I have thought of this , and of these times , I fhall recount hereafter ; for this present , I would not , fo with love I might ...
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... King : And he fhall wear his Crown by fea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . Caf . I know , where I will wear this dagger then . Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius . Therein , ye Gods , you make the weak moft ftrong ...
... King : And he fhall wear his Crown by fea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . Caf . I know , where I will wear this dagger then . Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius . Therein , ye Gods , you make the weak moft ftrong ...
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... King . " Speak , frike , redress , am I entreated To fpeak , and ftrike ? O Rome ! I make thee promife , If the redrefs will follow , thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! 4 Is not to - morrow , boy , the FIRST of ...
... King . " Speak , frike , redress , am I entreated To fpeak , and ftrike ? O Rome ! I make thee promife , If the redrefs will follow , thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! 4 Is not to - morrow , boy , the FIRST of ...
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... King's fon's body Before our Hoft ; thy Pacorus , Orodes , Pays this for Marcus Craffus . Sil . Noble Ventidius , Whilft yet with Parthian blood thy fword is warm , The fugitive Parthians follow : Spur through Media . Mefopotamia , and ...
... King's fon's body Before our Hoft ; thy Pacorus , Orodes , Pays this for Marcus Craffus . Sil . Noble Ventidius , Whilft yet with Parthian blood thy fword is warm , The fugitive Parthians follow : Spur through Media . Mefopotamia , and ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 480 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Página 145 - 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 10 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 61 - 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.
Página 65 - 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 24 - 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 101 - 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!
Página 11 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 191 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Página 60 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.