The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... dead carcaffes of unburied men , That do corrupt my air : I banish you : And here remain with your uncertainty ; Let every feeble rumour fhake your hearts ; Your enemies , with nodding of their plumes , Fan you into defpair : have the ...
... dead carcaffes of unburied men , That do corrupt my air : I banish you : And here remain with your uncertainty ; Let every feeble rumour fhake your hearts ; Your enemies , with nodding of their plumes , Fan you into defpair : have the ...
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... dead with nothing . Worthy Marcius , Had we no quarrel else to Rome , but that Thou art thence banish'd , we would muster all From twelve to feventy ; and pouring war Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome , Like a bold flood o'erbear . O ...
... dead with nothing . Worthy Marcius , Had we no quarrel else to Rome , but that Thou art thence banish'd , we would muster all From twelve to feventy ; and pouring war Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome , Like a bold flood o'erbear . O ...
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... many a one , Which to this hour bewail the injury , Yet he fhall have a noble memory . [ Exeunt , bearing the body of Marcius . A dead March founded . JULIUS JULIUS CAE SA R JULIUS CESAR . Odavius Cæfar , CORIOLANUS . 117.
... many a one , Which to this hour bewail the injury , Yet he fhall have a noble memory . [ Exeunt , bearing the body of Marcius . A dead March founded . JULIUS JULIUS CAE SA R JULIUS CESAR . Odavius Cæfar , CORIOLANUS . 117.
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... dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ' fpirits : Our yoke and fuff'rance fhew us womanish . Cafea . Indeed , they fay , the Senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæfar as a King : And he shall wear his Crown by sea and land , In ...
... dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ' fpirits : Our yoke and fuff'rance fhew us womanish . Cafea . Indeed , they fay , the Senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæfar as a King : And he shall wear his Crown by sea and land , In ...
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... dead ; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds , In ranks and fquadrons and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : The noise of battle hurtled in the air ; Horfes did neigh , and dying men did groan ; And Ghosts ...
... dead ; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds , In ranks and fquadrons and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : The noise of battle hurtled in the air ; Horfes did neigh , and dying men did groan ; And Ghosts ...
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Afide againſt anſwer Aufidius beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth Enobarbus Eros Exeunt Exit faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen Lady laft Lart lefs Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony Meffenger Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th Octavia peace Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Volfcians Volumnius whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
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Página 127 - 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 149 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 169 - It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Página 171 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Página 138 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Página 171 - 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 169 - 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 301 - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
Página 305 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Página 165 - 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.