The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Band 8 |
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... speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o'the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their ...
... speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o'the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their ...
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... speak in your own behalf ; and thus far I confirm you . ' O , you gods , think I , what need we have any friends , if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living , should we ne'er have use for them ...
... speak in your own behalf ; and thus far I confirm you . ' O , you gods , think I , what need we have any friends , if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living , should we ne'er have use for them ...
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... speak . Flav . Assurance bless your thoughts ! Tim . And , in some sort , these wants of mine are crown'd , 2 That I account them blessings ; for by these Shall I try friends : You shall perceive , how you Mistake my fortunes ; I am ...
... speak . Flav . Assurance bless your thoughts ! Tim . And , in some sort , these wants of mine are crown'd , 2 That I account them blessings ; for by these Shall I try friends : You shall perceive , how you Mistake my fortunes ; I am ...
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... speak , No blame belongs to thee : - [ To Serv . ] Ventidius lately Buried his father ; by whose death , he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , Imprison'd , and in scarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents ...
... speak , No blame belongs to thee : - [ To Serv . ] Ventidius lately Buried his father ; by whose death , he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , Imprison'd , and in scarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents ...
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... speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? such may rail against great buildings . Enter SERVILIUS.3 Tit . O , here's Servilius ; now we shall know Some answer . Ser . If I might beseech you , gentlemen , To repair ...
... speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? such may rail against great buildings . Enter SERVILIUS.3 Tit . O , here's Servilius ; now we shall know Some answer . Ser . If I might beseech you , gentlemen , To repair ...
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Seite 288 - 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.
Seite 246 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
Seite 289 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Seite 364 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 447 - 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.
Seite 291 - 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...
Seite 246 - 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 ourselve»dishonourable graves. , Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar: what should be in that Caesar?
Seite 292 - 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...
Seite 288 - 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.
Seite 290 - 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.