The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, Հատոր 7 |
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... hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way , That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ...
... hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way , That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ...
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... hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry , Cæsar ! Speak : Cæsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . What man is that ? with Music , ] In the old copies nothing is said about music ; but from what ...
... hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry , Cæsar ! Speak : Cæsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . What man is that ? with Music , ] In the old copies nothing is said about music ; but from what ...
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... hear : And , since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection , I , your glass , Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself , which you yet know not of . And be not jealous on me , gentle Brutus : Were I a common ...
... hear : And , since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection , I , your glass , Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself , which you yet know not of . And be not jealous on me , gentle Brutus : Were I a common ...
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... 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 , " As a sick girl . Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a ...
... 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 , " As a sick girl . Ye gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a ...
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... hear , and find a time Both meet to hear , and answer , such high things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this : Brutus had rather be a villager , Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions , as this ...
... hear , and find a time Both meet to hear , and answer , such high things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this : Brutus had rather be a villager , Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions , as this ...
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Էջ 215 - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Էջ 283 - tis not so above: There is no shuffling; there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence.
Էջ 108 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use...
Էջ 55 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Էջ 57 - 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...
Էջ 563 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Էջ 301 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Էջ 266 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Էջ 60 - 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...
Էջ 14 - 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. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar ? 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,...