The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Հատոր 7J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Արդյունքներ 54–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 14
... was very loath to lay his fingers off it . And then he offer'd it the third time ; he put it the third time by ; and ftill as he refus'd it , the rabblement rabblement hooted , and clapp'd their chopt hands , and 14 JULIUS CESAR . SCENE ...
... was very loath to lay his fingers off it . And then he offer'd it the third time ; he put it the third time by ; and ftill as he refus'd it , the rabblement rabblement hooted , and clapp'd their chopt hands , and 14 JULIUS CESAR . SCENE ...
Էջ 52
... ftill Falls fhrewdly to the purpose . SCENE Enter Antony . III . Bru . But here comes Antony . Welcome , Mark Antony . Ant . O mighty Cæfar ! dost thou lie fo low ? Are all thy conquefts , glories , triumphs , fpoils , Shrunk to this ...
... ftill Falls fhrewdly to the purpose . SCENE Enter Antony . III . Bru . But here comes Antony . Welcome , Mark Antony . Ant . O mighty Cæfar ! dost thou lie fo low ? Are all thy conquefts , glories , triumphs , fpoils , Shrunk to this ...
Էջ 72
... ftill continued . Yet I cannot but fufpect a corruption , and would read , In his own change , or by ill of fices . That is , either changing his incli- nation of himself , or by the ill of- fices and bad influence of others . March ...
... ftill continued . Yet I cannot but fufpect a corruption , and would read , In his own change , or by ill of fices . That is , either changing his incli- nation of himself , or by the ill of- fices and bad influence of others . March ...
Էջ 85
... Lucius ! Varro ! Claudius ! Sirs ! awake ! Claudius ! Luc . The ftrings , my Lord , are falfe . Bru . He thinks , he is ftill at his inftrument . Lucius ! awake . G3 Luc . Luc . My Lord ! Bru . Didft thou dream JULIUS CESAR . 85.
... Lucius ! Varro ! Claudius ! Sirs ! awake ! Claudius ! Luc . The ftrings , my Lord , are falfe . Bru . He thinks , he is ftill at his inftrument . Lucius ! awake . G3 Luc . Luc . My Lord ! Bru . Didft thou dream JULIUS CESAR . 85.
Էջ 89
... ftill !. Octa . Come Antony . Away ; Defiance , traitors , hurl we in your teeth . If you dare fight to - day , come to the field ; If not , when you have ftomachs . [ Exeunt Octavius , Antony , and army . 2 - three and thirty wounds ] ...
... ftill !. Octa . Come Antony . Away ; Defiance , traitors , hurl we in your teeth . If you dare fight to - day , come to the field ; If not , when you have ftomachs . [ Exeunt Octavius , Antony , and army . 2 - three and thirty wounds ] ...
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Էջ 64 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Էջ 10 - 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,
Էջ 65 - 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...
Էջ 55 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy...
Էջ 62 - 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.
Էջ 11 - 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.
Էջ 11 - 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.
Էջ 58 - Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? 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.
Էջ 101 - 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!
Էջ 39 - 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.