The Works of Shakespeare, Band 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... brother Caffius at the door , ( 7 ) Sir , March is wafted fifteen days . ] The Editors are lightly mistaken : It was wasted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th , when the Boŷ makes his Report . Who Who doth defire to fee you ...
... brother Caffius at the door , ( 7 ) Sir , March is wafted fifteen days . ] The Editors are lightly mistaken : It was wasted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th , when the Boŷ makes his Report . Who Who doth defire to fee you ...
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... brother by decree is banished ; If thou doft bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cæfar doth not wrong ; nor without cause Will he be fatisfied . Met . Is there no voice more worthy than my ...
... brother by decree is banished ; If thou doft bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cæfar doth not wrong ; nor without cause Will he be fatisfied . Met . Is there no voice more worthy than my ...
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... brother too muft die ; consent you , ” Lepidus ? Lep . I do confent . ( 14 ) SCENE , a fmall Island ] Mr. Rowe , and Mr. Pope after him , have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome . The Old Co- pies fay Nothing of the place ...
... brother too muft die ; consent you , ” Lepidus ? Lep . I do confent . ( 14 ) SCENE , a fmall Island ] Mr. Rowe , and Mr. Pope after him , have mark'd the Scene here to be at Rome . The Old Co- pies fay Nothing of the place ...
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... brother , you have done me wrong . Bru . Judge me , you Gcds ! wrong I mine enemies ? * And , if not fo , how fhould I wrong a brother ? Caf . Brutus , this fober form of yours hides . wrongs , And when you do them- Bru . Caffius , be ...
... brother , you have done me wrong . Bru . Judge me , you Gcds ! wrong I mine enemies ? * And , if not fo , how fhould I wrong a brother ? Caf . Brutus , this fober form of yours hides . wrongs , And when you do them- Bru . Caffius , be ...
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... brother ; Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults obferv'd ; Set in a note - book , learn'd , and conn'd by rote , To caft into my teeth . O I could weep My fpirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger , And here my naked breast — within ...
... brother ; Check'd like a bondman ; all his faults obferv'd ; Set in a note - book , learn'd , and conn'd by rote , To caft into my teeth . O I could weep My fpirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger , And here my naked breast — within ...
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Seite 52 - 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. For 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...
Seite 47 - 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.
Seite 168 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Seite 59 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 10 - 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Seite 184 - 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...
Seite 49 - 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 honourable man.
Seite 82 - 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 : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Seite 176 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Seite 9 - 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.