Works, Volum 7Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Pàgina 4
... follow him to Rome , [ home ? To grace in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than fenfeless things ! O you hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome ! Knew you not Pompey ? many a time and oft Have you ...
... follow him to Rome , [ home ? To grace in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than fenfeless things ! O you hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome ! Knew you not Pompey ? many a time and oft Have you ...
Pàgina 8
... follow ; fo indeed he did . « The torrent roar'd , and we did buffet it " With lufty finews ; throwing it afide ,. And ftemming it with hearts of controverfy . " But ere we could arrive the point propos'd , " Cæfar cry'd , Help me ...
... follow ; fo indeed he did . « The torrent roar'd , and we did buffet it " With lufty finews ; throwing it afide ,. And ftemming it with hearts of controverfy . " But ere we could arrive the point propos'd , " Cæfar cry'd , Help me ...
Pàgina 20
... follow , thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , March is wafted fourteen days . [ Knock within . " Bru . ' Tis good . Go to the gate ; fome body knocks : [ Exit Lucius Since Caffius firft did ...
... follow , thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , March is wafted fourteen days . [ Knock within . " Bru . ' Tis good . Go to the gate ; fome body knocks : [ Exit Lucius Since Caffius firft did ...
Pàgina 22
... follow any thing . That other men begin . Caf . Alluding to a hawk foaring on high , and intent upon its prey . fecret , for federate , used becaufe fecrecy is an effential quality in confederations . . Caf . Then leave him out . Cafca ...
... follow any thing . That other men begin . Caf . Alluding to a hawk foaring on high , and intent upon its prey . fecret , for federate , used becaufe fecrecy is an effential quality in confederations . . Caf . Then leave him out . Cafca ...
Pàgina 27
... follow you , To do I know not what : but it fufficeth , That Brutus leads me on . Bru . Follow me then . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . Changes to Cafar's palace . Thunder and lightning . Enter Julius Cafar . Caf . Nor heav'n , nor earth , have ...
... follow you , To do I know not what : but it fufficeth , That Brutus leads me on . Bru . Follow me then . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . Changes to Cafar's palace . Thunder and lightning . Enter Julius Cafar . Caf . Nor heav'n , nor earth , have ...
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The Works: Of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes. Collated with the ..., Volum 7 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1757 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Ægypt Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen itſelf Lady Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thoſe thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyffes What's whofe yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 19 - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Pàgina 46 - 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 47 - 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 46 - 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...
Pàgina 55 - Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not: he was but a fool that brought My answer back.
Pàgina 42 - CAESAR'S body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not?
Pàgina 47 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Pàgina 45 - 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.
Pàgina 279 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Pàgina 153 - 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.