The Works of Shakespeare, Volum 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Pàgina 17
... say , " These are their reasons , they are natural : " For , I believe , they are portentous things Unto the Climate , that they point upon . Cic . Indeed , it is a ftrange difpofed time : But men may conftrue things after their fashion ...
... say , " These are their reasons , they are natural : " For , I believe , they are portentous things Unto the Climate , that they point upon . Cic . Indeed , it is a ftrange difpofed time : But men may conftrue things after their fashion ...
Pàgina 34
... Say , he is fick . Caf . Shall Cafar fend a lye ? Have I in conqueft ftretcht mine arm fo far , To be afraid to tell Grey - beards the truth ? Decius , go tell them , Cafar will not come . Dec. Moft mighty Cafar , let me know fome cause ...
... Say , he is fick . Caf . Shall Cafar fend a lye ? Have I in conqueft ftretcht mine arm fo far , To be afraid to tell Grey - beards the truth ? Decius , go tell them , Cafar will not come . Dec. Moft mighty Cafar , let me know fome cause ...
Pàgina 35
... say , " Break up the Senate ' till another time , " When Cafar's wife fhall meet with better Dreams : If Cafar hide himself , fhall they not whisper , " Lo , Cafar is afraid ! Pardon me , Cafar ; for my dear , dear , love To your ...
... say , " Break up the Senate ' till another time , " When Cafar's wife fhall meet with better Dreams : If Cafar hide himself , fhall they not whisper , " Lo , Cafar is afraid ! Pardon me , Cafar ; for my dear , dear , love To your ...
Pàgina 38
... in thy enrerprize ! Sure , the Boy heard me : - . Brutus hath a Suit , That Cæfar will not grant . · O , I grow faint : Run , Lucius , and commend me to my Lord ; [ Exit . Say , Say , I am merry ; come to me again 38 JULIUS CESAR .
... in thy enrerprize ! Sure , the Boy heard me : - . Brutus hath a Suit , That Cæfar will not grant . · O , I grow faint : Run , Lucius , and commend me to my Lord ; [ Exit . Say , Say , I am merry ; come to me again 38 JULIUS CESAR .
Pàgina 39
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Say , I am merry ; come to me again , And bring me word what he doth fay to thee . A C T III . [ Exeunt feverally . SCENE , the Street before the Capitol ; and the Capitol open . Flourish . Enter ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Say , I am merry ; come to me again , And bring me word what he doth fay to thee . A C T III . [ Exeunt feverally . SCENE , the Street before the Capitol ; and the Capitol open . Flourish . Enter ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feem felf fhall fhew fhould flain fome fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen kifs lady Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus uſe whofe whoſe
Passatges populars
Pàgina 52 - 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...
Pàgina 47 - 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.
Pàgina 168 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Pàgina 59 - 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pàgina 10 - 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.
Pàgina 184 - 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. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Pàgina 49 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pàgina 82 - 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.
Pàgina 176 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 9 - 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 ourselves dishonourable graves.