Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volume 5G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... post , And had no welcomes home ; but he returns , Splitting the air with noise . 2 CoN . And patient fools , Whose children he hath flain , their base throats tear , With giving him glory . 3 CON . Therefore , at your ' vantage , Ere ...
... post , And had no welcomes home ; but he returns , Splitting the air with noise . 2 CoN . And patient fools , Whose children he hath flain , their base throats tear , With giving him glory . 3 CON . Therefore , at your ' vantage , Ere ...
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... POST . Please your highness , I will from hence to - day . QUEEN . You know the peril I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together . IMO . O ...
... POST . Please your highness , I will from hence to - day . QUEEN . You know the peril I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king Hath charg'd you should not speak together . IMO . O ...
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... POST . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! IMO . Nay , ftay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
... POST . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! IMO . Nay , ftay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
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... POST . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders of the court ! I am gone . IMO . There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is . Crм . O difloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest A year's age ...
... POST . The gods protect you ! And bless the good remainders of the court ! I am gone . IMO . There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is . Crм . O difloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest A year's age ...
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... Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for cour- tefies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay ftill . FRENCH . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity , you ...
... Post . Since when I have been debtor to you for cour- tefies , which I will be ever to pay , and yet pay ftill . FRENCH . Sir , you o'er - rate my poor kindness : I was glad I did atone my countryman and you ; it had been pity , you ...
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Página 264 - 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; 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 260 - 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 264 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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.
Página 326 - ... steers ; the 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 297 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Página 217 - 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,
Página 217 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
Página 264 - 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.
Página 260 - 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.
Página 294 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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!