The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copies Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., and Edmond Malone, Esq., with Mr. Malone's Various Readings; a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, and a Life of Shakspeare, Band 7Longman and Company, 1847 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 61
Seite 6
... comes in triumph over Pompey's blood Be gone ; Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and 6 Аст 1 . JULIUS CESAR .
... comes in triumph over Pompey's blood Be gone ; Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and 6 Аст 1 . JULIUS CESAR .
Seite 19
... Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to - morrow ? 3 Casca . He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca : this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Casca . Farewell , Cicero ...
... Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to - morrow ? 3 Casca . He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca : this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Casca . Farewell , Cicero ...
Seite 22
... comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas . No , it is Casca ; one incorporate To our attempts . Am I ...
... comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas . No , it is Casca ; one incorporate To our attempts . Am I ...
Seite 31
... comes upon us : We'll leave you , Brutus : And , friends , disperse yourselves : but all remember What you have said , and show yourselves true Romans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look fresh and merrily ; Let not our looks put on our ...
... comes upon us : We'll leave you , Brutus : And , friends , disperse yourselves : but all remember What you have said , and show yourselves true Romans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look fresh and merrily ; Let not our looks put on our ...
Seite 42
... Come hither , fellow : Which way hast thou been ? At mine own house , good lady . About the ninth hour , lady . Sooth ... comes along . Por . I must go in . - Ah me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! The heavens speed ...
... Come hither , fellow : Which way hast thou been ? At mine own house , good lady . About the ninth hour , lady . Sooth ... comes along . Por . I must go in . - Ah me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! The heavens speed ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth emperor ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 11 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Seite 56 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, • Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Seite 75 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Seite 226 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 59 - Caesar lov'd him. This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Seite 54 - 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. There is tears for his love ; joy for his fortune ; honour for his valour ; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended.
Seite 69 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Seite 129 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 6 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...