The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Band 8J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... spirit , Seeing his reputation touch'd to death , He did oppose his foe : And with such sober and unnoted passion He did behave his anger , ere ' twas spent , As if he had but prov'd an argument . 1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox ...
... spirit , Seeing his reputation touch'd to death , He did oppose his foe : And with such sober and unnoted passion He did behave his anger , ere ' twas spent , As if he had but prov'd an argument . 1 Sen. You undergo too strict a paradox ...
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... spirit , He shall be executed presently . [ Exeunt Senators . Alcib . Now the gods keep you old enough ; that you may live Only in bone , that none may look on you ! I am worse than mad : I have kept back their foes , While they have ...
... spirit , He shall be executed presently . [ Exeunt Senators . Alcib . Now the gods keep you old enough ; that you may live Only in bone , that none may look on you ! I am worse than mad : I have kept back their foes , While they have ...
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... O abhorred spirits ! Not all the whips of heaven are large enough- What ! to you ! Whose star - like nobleness gave life and influence VOL . VIII . H To their whole being ! I'm rapt , and cannot Scene I. 85 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... O abhorred spirits ! Not all the whips of heaven are large enough- What ! to you ! Whose star - like nobleness gave life and influence VOL . VIII . H To their whole being ! I'm rapt , and cannot Scene I. 85 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... spirits : Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs , Scorn'dst our brain's flow , and those our droplets which From niggard nature fall , yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for On thy low grave , on faults ...
... spirits : Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs , Scorn'dst our brain's flow , and those our droplets which From niggard nature fall , yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for On thy low grave , on faults ...
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... spirit , will haste To help Cominius . Lart . Worthy sir , thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for- A second course of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well , The blood I drop ...
... spirit , will haste To help Cominius . Lart . Worthy sir , thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for- A second course of fight . Mar. Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well , The blood I drop ...
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Seite 312 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? 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?
Seite 303 - 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. 1 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...
Seite 315 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Seite 314 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions,. Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Seite 300 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, 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!
Seite 251 - 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.
Seite 299 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable 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 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 475 - 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.
Seite 250 - 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.
Seite 266 - Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks. [Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.