The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, Τόμος 7J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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Σελίδα 7
... word Sennet , from the original edition , that I may have an opportunity of retracting a hafty conjecture in one of the marginal directions in Henry VIII . Sennet appears to be a particular tune or mode of martial mufick . 5ftrange a ...
... word Sennet , from the original edition , that I may have an opportunity of retracting a hafty conjecture in one of the marginal directions in Henry VIII . Sennet appears to be a particular tune or mode of martial mufick . 5ftrange a ...
Σελίδα 15
... word , I would I might go to hell among the rogues . And fo he fell . When he came to himself again , he faid , If be bad done , or faid any thing amifs , be defir'd their Worships to think it was his infirmity . Three or four wenches ...
... word , I would I might go to hell among the rogues . And fo he fell . When he came to himself again , he faid , If be bad done , or faid any thing amifs , be defir'd their Worships to think it was his infirmity . Three or four wenches ...
Σελίδα 18
... word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Cafca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Cafea . Farewel , Cicero . 2 Who glar'd upon me , - ] The first edition reads , [ Exit Cicero . Who glaz'd upon me ...
... word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Cafca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Cafea . Farewel , Cicero . 2 Who glar'd upon me , - ] The first edition reads , [ Exit Cicero . Who glaz'd upon me ...
Σελίδα 25
... word . Luc . I will , Sir . Bru . The exhalations , whizzing in the air , Give fo much light , that I may read by them . [ Exit . [ Opens the letter , and reads . Brutus , thou sleep'ft ; awake , and fee thyself : -Speak , firike ...
... word . Luc . I will , Sir . Bru . The exhalations , whizzing in the air , Give fo much light , that I may read by them . [ Exit . [ Opens the letter , and reads . Brutus , thou sleep'ft ; awake , and fee thyself : -Speak , firike ...
Σελίδα 29
... word ? They whisper . Dec. Here lies the Eaft : doth not the day break here ? Cafca . No. Cin . O pardon , Sir , it doth ; and yon grey lines , That fret the Clouds , are meffengers of day . Cafca . You fhall confefs , that you are both ...
... word ? They whisper . Dec. Here lies the Eaft : doth not the day break here ? Cafca . No. Cin . O pardon , Sir , it doth ; and yon grey lines , That fret the Clouds , are meffengers of day . Cafca . You fhall confefs , that you are both ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax anſwer blood Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach kifs lady Lord Madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavius paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey prefent Priam purpoſe quarto Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf
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Σελίδα 480 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Σελίδα 145 - 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...
Σελίδα 10 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Σελίδα 61 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am, to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? — O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Σελίδα 65 - 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.
Σελίδα 24 - 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.
Σελίδα 101 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Σελίδα 11 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Σελίδα 191 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Σελίδα 60 - 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.