The Works of Shakespeare, المجلد 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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الصفحة 6
... mean'ft thou by that ? mend me , thou faucy fellow ? Cob . Why , Sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobler , art thou ? Cob . Truly , Sir , all , that I live by , is the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor woman's mat ...
... mean'ft thou by that ? mend me , thou faucy fellow ? Cob . Why , Sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobler , art thou ? Cob . Truly , Sir , all , that I live by , is the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor woman's mat ...
الصفحة 9
... means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you fee your face ? Bru . No , Caffius ; for the eye fees not itself , But by reflexion from fome other things ...
... means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you fee your face ? Bru . No , Caffius ; for the eye fees not itself , But by reflexion from fome other things ...
الصفحة 10
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Bru . What means this fhouting ? I do fear , the People Chufe Cafar for their King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then mult I think , you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Bru . What means this fhouting ? I do fear , the People Chufe Cafar for their King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then mult I think , you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I ...
الصفحة 15
... mean by that ; but , I am fure , Cafar fell down : If the tag - rag people did not clap him , " and hifs him , according as he pleas'd , and difpleas'd them , as they used to do the Players in the Theatre , I am no true man . Bru . What ...
... mean by that ; but , I am fure , Cafar fell down : If the tag - rag people did not clap him , " and hifs him , according as he pleas'd , and difpleas'd them , as they used to do the Players in the Theatre , I am no true man . Bru . What ...
الصفحة 18
... doth the lion in the Capitol ; A man no mightier than thy felf , or me , In perfonal action ; yet prodigious grown , And fearful , as thefe ftrange eruptions are . Cafca . Cafca . " Tis Cafar that you mean ; is JULIUS CAESAR .
... doth the lion in the Capitol ; A man no mightier than thy felf , or me , In perfonal action ; yet prodigious grown , And fearful , as thefe ftrange eruptions are . Cafca . Cafca . " Tis Cafar that you mean ; is JULIUS CAESAR .
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feem felf fhall fhew fhould flain fome fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen kifs lady Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus uſe whofe whoſe
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.