The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Band 7 |
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... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! - I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! - I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- When , Lucius , when ? Awake , I say : what , Lucius ...
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! - I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! - I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- When , Lucius , when ? Awake , I say : what , Lucius ...
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... enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius ' at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir , there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , sir ; their hats are pluck'd about ...
... enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius ' at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir , there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , sir ; their hats are pluck'd about ...
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... Enter CESAR , in his Night- gown . Cæs . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to- night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out ,. 66 Help , ho ! They murder Cæsar ! " - Who's within ? Serv . My lord . Enter a Servant ...
... Enter CESAR , in his Night- gown . Cæs . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to- night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out ,. 66 Help , ho ! They murder Cæsar ! " - Who's within ? Serv . My lord . Enter a Servant ...
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... enter a Servant . What say the augurers ? Serv . They would not have you to stir forth to - day . Plucking the entrails of an offering forth , They could not find a heart within the beast . Cæs . The gods do this in shame of cowardice ...
... enter a Servant . What say the augurers ? Serv . They would not have you to stir forth to - day . Plucking the entrails of an offering forth , They could not find a heart within the beast . Cæs . The gods do this in shame of cowardice ...
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... Enter PUBLIUS , BRUTUS , LIGARIUS , METELLUS , CASCA , TREBONIUS , and CINNA . And look where Publius is come to fetch me . Pub . Good morrow , Cæsar . Cæs . Welcome , Publius.- What , Brutus , are you stirr'd so early too ? - Good ...
... Enter PUBLIUS , BRUTUS , LIGARIUS , METELLUS , CASCA , TREBONIUS , and CINNA . And look where Publius is come to fetch me . Pub . Good morrow , Cæsar . Cæs . Welcome , Publius.- What , Brutus , are you stirr'd so early too ? - Good ...
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Antony Banquo better blood Brabantio Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona doth Duke Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Fleance folio reads follow Fool Gent Ghost give Gloster Goneril Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio Iago is't Julius Cæsar Kent king King Lear knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach madam Malone Mark Antony matter means Michael Cassio misprint murder night noble old copies Ophelia Osrick Othello play POLONIUS poor pr'ythee pray printed quartos read Queen Roderigo SCENE sense Shakespeare soul speak speech stage-direction stand Steevens sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titinius to-night villain Witch word
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Seite 215 - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Seite 283 - tis not so above: There is no shuffling; there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Seite 108 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use...
Seite 55 - 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.
Seite 57 - 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...
Seite 563 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 301 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 266 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Seite 60 - 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...
Seite 14 - 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. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar ? 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,...