The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 12
... Peace , Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some com- fort Out of your best advice . Cym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a - day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ...
... Peace , Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some com- fort Out of your best advice . Cym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a - day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ...
Pagina 78
... peace , breeds cowards ; hardness ever Of hardiness is mother . - Ho ! who's here ? If any thing that's civil , speak ; if savage , Take , or lend . - Ho ! -No answer ? then I'll enter . Best draw my sword , and if mine enemy But fear ...
... peace , breeds cowards ; hardness ever Of hardiness is mother . - Ho ! who's here ? If any thing that's civil , speak ; if savage , Take , or lend . - Ho ! -No answer ? then I'll enter . Best draw my sword , and if mine enemy But fear ...
Pagina 104
... That , Britain , I have killed thy mistress ; peace ! I'll give no wound to thee . Therefore , good heavens , Hear patiently my purpose : I'll disrobe me Of these Italian weeds , and suit myself As does 104 ACT V. CYMBELINE .
... That , Britain , I have killed thy mistress ; peace ! I'll give no wound to thee . Therefore , good heavens , Hear patiently my purpose : I'll disrobe me Of these Italian weeds , and suit myself As does 104 ACT V. CYMBELINE .
Pagina 115
... peace and plenty . ' Tis still a dream ; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue , and brain not : either both , or nothing : Or senseless speaking , or a speaking such As sense cannot untie . Be what it is , The action of my life is like ...
... peace and plenty . ' Tis still a dream ; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue , and brain not : either both , or nothing : Or senseless speaking , or a speaking such As sense cannot untie . Be what it is , The action of my life is like ...
Pagina 122
... Peace , peace ! see further ; he eyes us not ; forbear ; Creatures may be alike : wer't he , I am sure He would have spoke to us . Gui . But 122 ACT V. CYMBELINE .
... Peace , peace ! see further ; he eyes us not ; forbear ; Creatures may be alike : wer't he , I am sure He would have spoke to us . Gui . But 122 ACT V. CYMBELINE .
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1st Cit 1st Sold 2d Cit 2d Sold 4th Cit AGRIPPA ALEXAS BELARIUS blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cinna Cleo Cleopatra Clitus Cloten CYMBELINE dead death doth Egypt ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king lady Leonatus Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam Mark Antony master Mess Messala mistress never night noble o'the Octavia on't Parthia peace Pisanio Pompey Post POSTHUMUS pr'ythee pray PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE soldier Sooth speak stand sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Trebonius villain What's word
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Pagina 193 - 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.
Pagina 193 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) 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.
Pagina 194 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pagina 196 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
Pagina 145 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pagina 194 - 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 197 - 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...
Pagina 232 - 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 147 - 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...
Pagina 188 - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy — Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell...