The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Svazek 7J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Strana 6
... doth run his Courfe Ant . Cæfar . My Lord . Antonius Caf . Forget not in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calphurria ; for our Elders fay , The barren , touched in this holy chase , Shake off their fteril curfe . Ant . I fhall remember ...
... doth run his Courfe Ant . Cæfar . My Lord . Antonius Caf . Forget not in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calphurria ; for our Elders fay , The barren , touched in this holy chase , Shake off their fteril curfe . Ant . I fhall remember ...
Strana 10
... doth awe the world Did lofe its luftre ; I did hear him groan ; Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his fpeeches in their books , Alas ! it cry'd give me fome drink , Titinius ” — 66 9 His coward lips ...
... doth awe the world Did lofe its luftre ; I did hear him groan ; Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his fpeeches in their books , Alas ! it cry'd give me fome drink , Titinius ” — 66 9 His coward lips ...
Strana 11
... doth amaze me , A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould L So get the start of the majeftick world , And bear the Palm alone . Bru . Another general hout ! I do believe , that thefe applaufes are [ Shout . Flourish . For fome new honours ...
... doth amaze me , A man of fuch a feeble temper fhould L So get the start of the majeftick world , And bear the Palm alone . Bru . Another general hout ! I do believe , that thefe applaufes are [ Shout . Flourish . For fome new honours ...
Strana 12
... doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train . Calpurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero 2 - eternal devil- ] I should think that our authour wrote ra- ther , infernal devil , 4 3 -chew upon this ; ] Confider this ...
... doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train . Calpurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero 2 - eternal devil- ] I should think that our authour wrote ra- ther , infernal devil , 4 3 -chew upon this ; ] Confider this ...
Strana 17
... doth bear me hard , but he loves Brutus ; If I were Brutus now , and he were Caffius , He should not humour me . I will , this night , In feveral hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from feveral citizens , Writings , all ...
... doth bear me hard , but he loves Brutus ; If I were Brutus now , and he were Caffius , He should not humour me . I will , this night , In feveral hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from feveral citizens , Writings , all ...
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Achilles Ægypt Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fome fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach itſelf kifs lady laft Lord Madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavius paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey prefent Priam purpoſe quarto Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word
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Strana 64 - 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.
Strana 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,
Strana 65 - 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...
Strana 55 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy...
Strana 62 - 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.
Strana 11 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Strana 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 'em, "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar.
Strana 58 - 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 39 - 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.