The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volumen8 |
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... enemy , my gaol ? The place , which I have feasted , does it now , Like all mankind , show me an iron heart ? Luc . Serv . Put in now , Titus . Tit . My lord , here is my bill . Luc . Serv . Here's mine . Hor . Serv . And mine , my lord ...
... enemy , my gaol ? The place , which I have feasted , does it now , Like all mankind , show me an iron heart ? Luc . Serv . Put in now , Titus . Tit . My lord , here is my bill . Luc . Serv . Here's mine . Hor . Serv . And mine , my lord ...
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... enemy , and give over my trade . 1 Thief . Let us first see peace in Athens : There is no time so miserable , but a man may be true . [ Exeunt Thieves . Enter FLAVIUS . Flav . O you gods ! Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord ? Full ...
... enemy , and give over my trade . 1 Thief . Let us first see peace in Athens : There is no time so miserable , but a man may be true . [ Exeunt Thieves . Enter FLAVIUS . Flav . O you gods ! Is yon despis'd and ruinous man my lord ? Full ...
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... enemy . The sense is , Let me rather woo or caress those that would mischief , that profess to mean me mischief , than those that really do me mischief , under false professions of kindness . The Spaniards , I think , have this proverb ...
... enemy . The sense is , Let me rather woo or caress those that would mischief , that profess to mean me mischief , than those that really do me mischief , under false professions of kindness . The Spaniards , I think , have this proverb ...
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... enemy to the people . Cit . We know't , we know't . 1 Cit . Let us kill him , and we'll have corn at our own price . Is't a verdict ? Cit . No more talking on't ; let it be done : away , away . 2 Cit . One word , good citizens . 1 Cit ...
... enemy to the people . Cit . We know't , we know't . 1 Cit . Let us kill him , and we'll have corn at our own price . Is't a verdict ? Cit . No more talking on't ; let it be done : away , away . 2 Cit . One word , good citizens . 1 Cit ...
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... enemy , ( Who is of Rome worse hated than of you , ) s Of his demerits rob Cominius . ] Merits and Demerits had an- ciently the same meaning . More than in singularity , & c . ] After what fashion , beside that in which his own ...
... enemy , ( Who is of Rome worse hated than of you , ) s Of his demerits rob Cominius . ] Merits and Demerits had an- ciently the same meaning . More than in singularity , & c . ] After what fashion , beside that in which his own ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius CESAR Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Corioli death do't dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear Flav follow fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour Iras JOHNSON Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart Lepidus look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony master means Menenius Mess Messala Messenger ne'er never noble o'the Octavius peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sold soldier speak spirit stand STEEVENS sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon TIMON OF ATHENS Titinius tribunes unto voices Volces Volscian VOLUMNIA word worthy
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Página 288 - 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. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? 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.
Página 246 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
Página 289 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Página 364 - 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.
Página 447 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Página 291 - Caesar lov'd him. This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 246 - 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 ourselve»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?
Página 292 - 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 ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Página 288 - 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.
Página 290 - 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.