The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumen8 |
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Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots ,
you clear heavens ! 8 Thus much of this , will make black , white ; foul , fair ;
Wrong , right ; base , noble ; old , young ; coward , · valiant . Ha , you gods ! why
this ...
Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots ,
you clear heavens ! 8 Thus much of this , will make black , white ; foul , fair ;
Wrong , right ; base , noble ; old , young ; coward , · valiant . Ha , you gods ! why
this ...
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There ' s gold to pay thy soldiers : Make large confusion ; and , thy fury spent ,
Confounded be thyself ! Speak not , be gone . Alcib . Hast thou gold yet ? I ' ll take
the gold thou giv ' st me , Not all thy counsel . Tim . Dost thou , or dost thou not ...
There ' s gold to pay thy soldiers : Make large confusion ; and , thy fury spent ,
Confounded be thyself ! Speak not , be gone . Alcib . Hast thou gold yet ? I ' ll take
the gold thou giv ' st me , Not all thy counsel . Tim . Dost thou , or dost thou not ...
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Well , more gold ; — What then ?Believ ' t , that we ' ll do any thing for gold . Tim .
Consumptions sow In hollow bones of man ; strike their sharp shins , . And mar
men ' s spurring . Crack the lawyer ' s voice , That he may never more false title ...
Well , more gold ; — What then ?Believ ' t , that we ' ll do any thing for gold . Tim .
Consumptions sow In hollow bones of man ; strike their sharp shins , . And mar
men ' s spurring . Crack the lawyer ' s voice , That he may never more false title ...
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O thou sweet king - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the Gold . ' Twixt natural
son and sire ! tħou bright defiler Of Hymen ' s purest bed ! thou valiant Mars !
Thou ever young , fresh , lov ' d , and delicate wooer , Whose blush doth thaw the
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O thou sweet king - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the Gold . ' Twixt natural
son and sire ! tħou bright defiler Of Hymen ' s purest bed ! thou valiant Mars !
Thou ever young , fresh , lov ' d , and delicate wooer , Whose blush doth thaw the
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Why , there ' s more gold . But , sirrah , mark ; We use To say , the dead are well :
bring it to that , The gold I give thee , will I melt , and pour Down thy ill - uttering
throat . Mess . Good madam , hear me . Cleo . Well , go to , I will ; But there ' s no
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Why , there ' s more gold . But , sirrah , mark ; We use To say , the dead are well :
bring it to that , The gold I give thee , will I melt , and pour Down thy ill - uttering
throat . Mess . Good madam , hear me . Cleo . Well , go to , I will ; But there ' s no
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Página 280 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Página 267 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Página 459 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; ' young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Página 303 - 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...
Página 312 - 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. Cas. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Página 268 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 298 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude , that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 257 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Página 476 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Página 304 - 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; 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...