The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Volume 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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Pagina 2
... Poet . Another Poet . Lucilius , Titinius , Meffala , Young Cato , and Volum nius ; Friends to Brutus and Caffius . Varro , Clitus , Claudius , Strato , Lucius , Dardanius ; Ser- vants to Brutus . Pindarus , Servant to Caffius ...
... Poet . Another Poet . Lucilius , Titinius , Meffala , Young Cato , and Volum nius ; Friends to Brutus and Caffius . Varro , Clitus , Claudius , Strato , Lucius , Dardanius ; Ser- vants to Brutus . Pindarus , Servant to Caffius ...
Pagina 52
... Poet . Cin . I dreamt to - night , that I did feaft with Cæfar , And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors , Yet fomething leads me forth . Enter Citizens . 1. Cit . What is your name ? 2. Cit ...
... Poet . Cin . I dreamt to - night , that I did feaft with Cæfar , And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors , Yet fomething leads me forth . Enter Citizens . 1. Cit . What is your name ? 2. Cit ...
Pagina 53
... poet , I am Cinna the poet . 4. Cit . Tear him for his bad verses , tear him for his bad verses . Cin . I am not Cinna the confpirator . 4. Cit . It is no matter , his name's Cinna ; pluck but his name out of his heart , and turn him ...
... poet , I am Cinna the poet . 4. Cit . Tear him for his bad verses , tear him for his bad verses . Cin . I am not Cinna the confpirator . 4. Cit . It is no matter , his name's Cinna ; pluck but his name out of his heart , and turn him ...
Pagina 61
... Poet . [ within . ] Nothing but death shall stay me . Enter Poet ' . Caf . How now ? What's the matter ? Poet . For fhame , you generals ; What do you mean ? Love , and be friends , as two fuch men should be ; For I have feen more years ...
... Poet . [ within . ] Nothing but death shall stay me . Enter Poet ' . Caf . How now ? What's the matter ? Poet . For fhame , you generals ; What do you mean ? Love , and be friends , as two fuch men should be ; For I have feen more years ...
Pagina 91
... poet did not mean , was of beavenly origin . MALONE . ? The poet feems to allude to the legal diftinction between the use and abfolute poffelhon . Breeds fcrupulous faction : The hated , grown to ftrength ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 91.
... poet did not mean , was of beavenly origin . MALONE . ? The poet feems to allude to the legal diftinction between the use and abfolute poffelhon . Breeds fcrupulous faction : The hated , grown to ftrength ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 91.
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Populaire passages
Pagina 64 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pagina 9 - 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,
Pagina 51 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, 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...
Pagina 45 - 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.
Pagina 51 - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
Pagina 60 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pagina 78 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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!
Pagina 174 - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us.
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 81 - O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.