The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes, Volumen12 |
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She's a most triumphant lady , if report be square to her , Eno . When she first met
Mark Antony , she pursed up his heart , upon the river of Cydnus . “ Agr . There
she appear'd indeed ; or my reporter devis'd well for her . Eno . I will tell you : The
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She's a most triumphant lady , if report be square to her , Eno . When she first met
Mark Antony , she pursed up his heart , upon the river of Cydnus . “ Agr . There
she appear'd indeed ; or my reporter devis'd well for her . Eno . I will tell you : The
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She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed ; He plough'd her , and the cropp'd .
ENO . I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street : And having lost
her breath , she spoke , and panted , That she did make defect , perfection , And ...
She made great Cæsar lay his sword to bed ; He plough'd her , and the cropp'd .
ENO . I saw her once Hop forty paces through the publick street : And having lost
her breath , she spoke , and panted , That she did make defect , perfection , And ...
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Become themselves in her ; ' that the holy priests Bless her , when she is riggith .
... have emulated Shakspeare , and not without success : she's dangerous : “ Her
eyes have power beyond Theffalian charms , To draw the moon from heaven .
Become themselves in her ; ' that the holy priests Bless her , when she is riggith .
... have emulated Shakspeare , and not without success : she's dangerous : “ Her
eyes have power beyond Theffalian charms , To draw the moon from heaven .
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Where is she ? Dio . Lock'd in her monument . She had a prophesying fear Of
what hath come to pass : for when she saw ( Which never shall be found , ) you
did suspect She had dispos'd with Cæsar , and that your rage Would not be purg'
d ...
Where is she ? Dio . Lock'd in her monument . She had a prophesying fear Of
what hath come to pass : for when she saw ( Which never shall be found , ) you
did suspect She had dispos'd with Cæsar , and that your rage Would not be purg'
d ...
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This is an aspick's trail : and these fig - leaves Have slime upon them , such as
the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile , Cæs . Most probable , That so she
died ; for her physician tells me , She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite 8 Of easy
ways ...
This is an aspick's trail : and these fig - leaves Have slime upon them , such as
the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile , Cæs . Most probable , That so she
died ; for her physician tells me , She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite 8 Of easy
ways ...
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Página 243 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 341 - 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.
Página 332 - 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.
Página 334 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men 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.
Página 234 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
Página 624 - 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.
Página 272 - 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. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Página 223 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Página 340 - 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...
Página 336 - 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.