The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volume 6A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... call'd Locrine : Yea , with thefe Eyes thou haft feen her , and therefore pull them out , for they will work thy Bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his Editions of our Poet , has erroneously printed Bail too in this Paffage ; but in the old ...
... call'd Locrine : Yea , with thefe Eyes thou haft feen her , and therefore pull them out , for they will work thy Bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his Editions of our Poet , has erroneously printed Bail too in this Paffage ; but in the old ...
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... call'd Both Field and City ours , he never stood To ease his breaft with panting . Men . Worthy Man ! 1 Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the Honours , Which we devise him . Com . Our spoils he kick'd at , And look'd upon things ...
... call'd Both Field and City ours , he never stood To ease his breaft with panting . Men . Worthy Man ! 1 Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the Honours , Which we devise him . Com . Our spoils he kick'd at , And look'd upon things ...
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... World ? Pomp . What fay'ft Thou ? " Men . Wilt thou be Lord of all the World ? that's twice . And in a number more of Inftances . 3 Git . We have been call'd fo of many 3 Cit . 48 CORIOLANUS . SCENE changes to the Forum. ...
... World ? Pomp . What fay'ft Thou ? " Men . Wilt thou be Lord of all the World ? that's twice . And in a number more of Inftances . 3 Git . We have been call'd fo of many 3 Cit . 48 CORIOLANUS . SCENE changes to the Forum. ...
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... call'd fo of many ; not that our heads are fome brown , fome black , fome auburn , fome bald ; but that our wits are fo diverfly colour'd ; and truly , I think , if all our wits were to iffue out of one fcull , they would fly Eaft ...
... call'd fo of many ; not that our heads are fome brown , fome black , fome auburn , fome bald ; but that our wits are fo diverfly colour'd ; and truly , I think , if all our wits were to iffue out of one fcull , they would fly Eaft ...
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... call'd you up , have held him to ; Or else it would have gall'd his furly nature ; Which easily endures not article , Tying him to ought ; fo , putting him to rage , You should have ta'en th ' advantage of his choler , And pafs'd him ...
... call'd you up , have held him to ; Or else it would have gall'd his furly nature ; Which easily endures not article , Tying him to ought ; fo , putting him to rage , You should have ta'en th ' advantage of his choler , And pafs'd him ...
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Page 171 - 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.
Page 174 - 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.
Page 131 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Page 130 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Page 242 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did. Agr: O, rare for Antony! Eno: Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Page 132 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
Page 132 - 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.
Page 243 - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Page 176 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
Page 172 - 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.