Works, Volum 7Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Pàgina 4
... live by , is the awl . I meddle with no mens ' matters , nor woman's matters ; but withal I am , indeed , Sir , a furgeon to old fhoes when they are in great danger , I re - cover them . As proper men as ever trod upon neats - lether ...
... live by , is the awl . I meddle with no mens ' matters , nor woman's matters ; but withal I am , indeed , Sir , a furgeon to old fhoes when they are in great danger , I re - cover them . As proper men as ever trod upon neats - lether ...
Pàgina 8
... live to be In awe of fuch a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæfar , fo were you ; We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he . " For once , upon a raw and gufty day , " The troubled Tyber ...
... live to be In awe of fuch a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæfar , fo were you ; We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he . " For once , upon a raw and gufty day , " The troubled Tyber ...
Pàgina 23
... company . : Treb . There is no fear in him ; let him not die ; For he will live , and laugh at this hereafter . [ Clock ftrikes . Bru . Peace , count the clock . Caf Caf . The clock hath ftricken three . Treb . Sc . 2 . 23 JULIUS CAESAR ,
... company . : Treb . There is no fear in him ; let him not die ; For he will live , and laugh at this hereafter . [ Clock ftrikes . Bru . Peace , count the clock . Caf Caf . The clock hath ftricken three . Treb . Sc . 2 . 23 JULIUS CAESAR ,
Pàgina 32
... live Out of the teeth of emulation . If thou read this , O Cæfar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . Enter Portia and Lucius . Por . I pr'ythee , boy , run to the fenate - house ; Stay not to anfwer me ...
... live Out of the teeth of emulation . If thou read this , O Cæfar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . Enter Portia and Lucius . Por . I pr'ythee , boy , run to the fenate - house ; Stay not to anfwer me ...
Pàgina 38
... Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt to die . " No place will pleafe me fo , no means of death , " As here by Cæfar , and by you cut off , " The choice and mafter fpirits of this age . Bru . O Antony ! beg not your ...
... Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt to die . " No place will pleafe me fo , no means of death , " As here by Cæfar , and by you cut off , " The choice and mafter fpirits of this age . Bru . O Antony ! beg not your ...
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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.