The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volumen6A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Some certain of your Brethren roar'd , and ran From noise of our own drums . Men . Oh me , the Gods ! You must not speak of that ; you must defire them To think upon you . C Cor . Think upon me ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Some certain of your Brethren roar'd , and ran From noise of our own drums . Men . Oh me , the Gods ! You must not speak of that ; you must defire them To think upon you . C Cor . Think upon me ...
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... Some Harlot's fpirit ! my throat of war be turn'd , Which quired with my drum , into a pipe Small as an Eunuch , or the Virgin voice That Babies lulls afleep !, the fmiles of Knaves Tent in my cheeks , and fchool - boys tears take up ...
... Some Harlot's fpirit ! my throat of war be turn'd , Which quired with my drum , into a pipe Small as an Eunuch , or the Virgin voice That Babies lulls afleep !, the fmiles of Knaves Tent in my cheeks , and fchool - boys tears take up ...
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... some chance , Some trick not worth an egg , fhall grow dear friends , And inter - join their iffues . So , with me ; - My birth - place have I and my lovers left ; This enemy's Town I'll enter ; if he flay me , He does fair juftice ; if ...
... some chance , Some trick not worth an egg , fhall grow dear friends , And inter - join their iffues . So , with me ; - My birth - place have I and my lovers left ; This enemy's Town I'll enter ; if he flay me , He does fair juftice ; if ...
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... some pride To do my felf this wrong ; ' till , at the laft , I feem'd his follower , not partner ; and He wag'd me with his countenance , as if I had been mercenary . I Con . So he did , my lord : The army marvell'd at it , and , at ...
... some pride To do my felf this wrong ; ' till , at the laft , I feem'd his follower , not partner ; and He wag'd me with his countenance , as if I had been mercenary . I Con . So he did , my lord : The army marvell'd at it , and , at ...
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... d my Look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Meerly upon my felf . Vexed I am , Of late , with paffions of fome difference , Conceptions only proper to my felf ; Which Which give some foil , perhaps , to my behaviour 128 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... d my Look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Meerly upon my felf . Vexed I am , Of late , with paffions of fome difference , Conceptions only proper to my felf ; Which Which give some foil , perhaps , to my behaviour 128 JULIUS CÆSAR .
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 171 - 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 174 - 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.
Página 131 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Página 130 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Página 242 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did. Agr: O, rare for Antony! Eno: Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Página 132 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
Página 132 - 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 ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 243 - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Página 176 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
Página 172 - 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.