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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Our very priests must become mockers , if they shall encounter such ridiculous
subjects as you are . When you speak best unto the purpose , it is not worth the
wagging of your beards ; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave ,
as ...
Our very priests must become mockers , if they shall encounter such ridiculous
subjects as you are . When you speak best unto the purpose , it is not worth the
wagging of your beards ; and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave ,
as ...
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Thou wretch ! despite o'erwhelm thee ! What should the people do with these
bald tribunes ? On whom depending , their obedience fails To the greater bench :
In a rebellion , When what's not meet , but what must be , was law , Then were
they ...
Thou wretch ! despite o'erwhelm thee ! What should the people do with these
bald tribunes ? On whom depending , their obedience fails To the greater bench :
In a rebellion , When what's not meet , but what must be , was law , Then were
they ...
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He must , and will : Prythee , now , say , you will , and go about it . Cor . Must I go
show them my unbarb'd sconce ? Must I With my base tongue , give to my noble
heart A lie , that it must bear ? Well , I will do't : my unbarb'd sconce ?
He must , and will : Prythee , now , say , you will , and go about it . Cor . Must I go
show them my unbarb'd sconce ? Must I With my base tongue , give to my noble
heart A lie , that it must bear ? Well , I will do't : my unbarb'd sconce ?
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Ant . Then must thou needs find out new hea . ven , new earth . Enter an
Attendant . Art . News , my good lord , from Rome . Ant . ' Grates me : -- The fum .:
Cleo . Nay , hear them , Antony : Fulvia , perchance , is angry ; Or , who knows If
the ...
Ant . Then must thou needs find out new hea . ven , new earth . Enter an
Attendant . Art . News , my good lord , from Rome . Ant . ' Grates me : -- The fum .:
Cleo . Nay , hear them , Antony : Fulvia , perchance , is angry ; Or , who knows If
the ...
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-say , this becomes him , ( As his composure must be rare indeed , Whom these
things cannot blemib , ) ] This seems inconsequent ; I read : And his composure &
c . Grant that this becomes him , and if it can become him , he must have in him ...
-say , this becomes him , ( As his composure must be rare indeed , Whom these
things cannot blemib , ) ] This seems inconsequent ; I read : And his composure &
c . Grant that this becomes him , and if it can become him , he must have in him ...
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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.