The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 11G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 15
... face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . ་ No , Caius Marcius ; I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol ; where , I know ...
... face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . ་ No , Caius Marcius ; I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen. Your company to the Capitol ; where , I know ...
Pàgina 25
... faces pale With flight and agued fear ! Mend , and charge home , Or , by the fires of heaven , I'll leave the foe , And make my wars on you ; look to't : Come on ; If you'll stand fast , we'll beat them to their wives , As they us to ...
... faces pale With flight and agued fear ! Mend , and charge home , Or , by the fires of heaven , I'll leave the foe , And make my wars on you ; look to't : Come on ; If you'll stand fast , we'll beat them to their wives , As they us to ...
Pàgina 37
... face is fair , you shall perceive Whether I blush , or no : Howbeit , I thank you : - I mean to stride your steed ; and , at all times , To undercrest your good addition , To the fairness of my power . Com . So , to our tent : Where ...
... face is fair , you shall perceive Whether I blush , or no : Howbeit , I thank you : - I mean to stride your steed ; and , at all times , To undercrest your good addition , To the fairness of my power . Com . So , to our tent : Where ...
Pàgina 42
... face at it . I cannot say , your worships have deliver'd the matter well , when I find the ass in compound with the ... faces . If you see this in the map of my mycrocosm , follows it , that I am known well enough too ? What harm can ...
... face at it . I cannot say , your worships have deliver'd the matter well , when I find the ass in compound with the ... faces . If you see this in the map of my mycrocosm , follows it , that I am known well enough too ? What harm can ...
Pàgina 55
... face to foot He was a thing of blood , whose motion Was tim'd with dying cries : alone he enter'd 29 The mortal gate o ' the city , which he painted With shunless destiny ; aidless came off , And with a sudden re - enforcement struck ...
... face to foot He was a thing of blood , whose motion Was tim'd with dying cries : alone he enter'd 29 The mortal gate o ' the city , which he painted With shunless destiny ; aidless came off , And with a sudden re - enforcement struck ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edició 11 William Shakespeare Visualització de fragments - 1806 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 187 - 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.
Pàgina 237 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pàgina 184 - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Pàgina 251 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Pàgina 260 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Pàgina 240 - 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.
Pàgina 253 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Pàgina 237 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Pàgina 236 - 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. 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.
Pàgina 240 - 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...