The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volym 16J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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... unto you , what he hath done fa- mously , he did it to that end : though soft con- scienc'd men can be content to say , it was for his country , he did it to please his mother , and to be partly proud ; which he is , even to the ...
... unto you , what he hath done fa- mously , he did it to that end : though soft con- scienc'd men can be content to say , it was for his country , he did it to please his mother , and to be partly proud ; which he is , even to the ...
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... Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body . The belly answered , - 1 CIT . Well , sir , what answer made the belly ? 3 MEN . Sir , I shall tell you . - With a kind of smile , Which ne'er came from the lungs , but even ...
... Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body . The belly answered , - 1 CIT . Well , sir , what answer made the belly ? 3 MEN . Sir , I shall tell you . - With a kind of smile , Which ne'er came from the lungs , but even ...
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... unto it . " See note on this passage , Act I. sc . i . STEEVENS . The spelling of the old copy proves nothing , for participles were generally so spelt in Shakspeare's time : so distrest , blest , I believe press'd in its usual sense is ...
... unto it . " See note on this passage , Act I. sc . i . STEEVENS . The spelling of the old copy proves nothing , for participles were generally so spelt in Shakspeare's time : so distrest , blest , I believe press'd in its usual sense is ...
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... unto the purpose , it is not worth the wagging of your beards ; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave , as to stuff a botcher's cushion , or to be entombed in an ass's pack - saddle . Yet you must be saying , Marcius is ...
... unto the purpose , it is not worth the wagging of your beards ; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave , as to stuff a botcher's cushion , or to be entombed in an ass's pack - saddle . Yet you must be saying , Marcius is ...
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... unto the ground even hard by him , Martius straight bestrid him , and slew the enemy . " The translation ought to have been : " Mar- tius hastened to his assistance , and standing before him , slew his assailant . " See the next note ...
... unto the ground even hard by him , Martius straight bestrid him , and slew the enemy . " The translation ought to have been : " Mar- tius hastened to his assistance , and standing before him , slew his assailant . " See the next note ...
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Sida 354 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Sida 359 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
Sida 356 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now, lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sida 354 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Sida 258 - 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 live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Sida 267 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : 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,
Sida 376 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Sida 358 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Sida 378 - O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? Bru. All this ! ay, more : fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Sida 271 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.