The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Volumen16J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. And , when it bows , stands up ! Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire , ' as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish : not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ...
... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. And , when it bows , stands up ! Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire , ' as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish : not fierce and terrible Only in strokes ...
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... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. SCENE VI . Near the Camp of Cominius . Enter COMINIUS and Forces , retreating . COM . Breathe you , my friends ; well fought : we are come off Like Romans , neither foolish in our stands , Nor cowardly in retire ...
... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. SCENE VI . Near the Camp of Cominius . Enter COMINIUS and Forces , retreating . COM . Breathe you , my friends ; well fought : we are come off Like Romans , neither foolish in our stands , Nor cowardly in retire ...
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... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Well might they fester ' gainst ingratitude , And tent themselves with death . Of all the horses , ( Whereof we have ta'en good , and good store , ) of all The treasure , in this field achiev'd , and city , We ...
... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Well might they fester ' gainst ingratitude , And tent themselves with death . Of all the horses , ( Whereof we have ta'en good , and good store , ) of all The treasure , in this field achiev'd , and city , We ...
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... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. with the forehead of the morning . What I think , I utter ; and spend my malice in my breath : Meet- ing two such weals - men as you are , ( I cannot call you Lycurguses ) if the drink you gave me , touch my ...
... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. with the forehead of the morning . What I think , I utter ; and spend my malice in my breath : Meet- ing two such weals - men as you are , ( I cannot call you Lycurguses ) if the drink you gave me , touch my ...
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... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Would'st thou have laugh'd , had I come coffin'd home , That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah , my dear , Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack sons . MEN . Now the gods crown thee ! COR . And ...
... Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Would'st thou have laugh'd , had I come coffin'd home , That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah , my dear , Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack sons . MEN . Now the gods crown thee ! COR . And ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient Antony and Cleopatra Aufidius bear blood Brutus Capitol CASCA Cassius Cato Citizens Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli death doth emendation enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear friends give gods hand Hanmer hath hear heart honour JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI King Lear LART Lartius look lord Lucilius Lucius Macbeth MALONE Mark Antony MASON means Menenius Messala modern editors mother noble North's translation o'the Octavius old copy old translation passage peace play Plutarch pray Roman Rome SCENE second folio senate sense SERV Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sicinius signifies soldier speak speech stand STEEVENS sword tell thee Theobald thing thou art thou hast Timon of Athens Titinius tongue translation of Plutarch tribunes Troilus and Cressida Tullus unto voices Volces Volumnia WARBURTON wife word worthy wounds Сом
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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,
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.