The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volym 7T. Bensley, 1804 |
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... never been strongly agitated in perusing it , and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting , compar- ed with some other of Shakspeare's plays ; his adherence to the real story , and to Roman manners , seems to have impeded the natural ...
... never been strongly agitated in perusing it , and think it somewhat cold and unaffecting , compar- ed with some other of Shakspeare's plays ; his adherence to the real story , and to Roman manners , seems to have impeded the natural ...
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... never heard it so much as intimated , that he had turned his genius to stage- writing before he associated with the players , and became one of their body . However , that he afterwards introduced it a - new on the stage , with the ...
... never heard it so much as intimated , that he had turned his genius to stage- writing before he associated with the players , and became one of their body . However , that he afterwards introduced it a - new on the stage , with the ...
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... never seen the book , but it was without doubt a re - publication of that published by W. Howe in 1576 . Pericles was entered on the Stationers ' books , May 2 , 1608 , by Edward Blount , one of the printers of the first folio edition ...
... never seen the book , but it was without doubt a re - publication of that published by W. Howe in 1576 . Pericles was entered on the Stationers ' books , May 2 , 1608 , by Edward Blount , one of the printers of the first folio edition ...
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... thing unfirm ? O Cicero , I have seen tempests , when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell , and rage , and foam , To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : But never JULIUS CESAR . 15.
... thing unfirm ? O Cicero , I have seen tempests , when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks ; and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell , and rage , and foam , To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : But never JULIUS CESAR . 15.
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William Shakespeare. To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : But never till to - night , never till now , Did I go through a tempest dropping fire . Either there is a civil strife in heaven ; Or else the world , too saucy with the ...
William Shakespeare. To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds : But never till to - night , never till now , Did I go through a tempest dropping fire . Either there is a civil strife in heaven ; Or else the world , too saucy with the ...
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Sida 58 - 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.
Sida 56 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Sida 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
Sida 60 - 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.
Sida 57 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Sida 62 - 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 135 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Sida 34 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Sida 34 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Sida 74 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.