The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 7J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... sword , That ran through Cafar's bowels , fearch this bofom , Stand not to anfwer . Here take thou the hilt ; And when my face is cover'd , as ' tis now , Guide thou the fword . Cafar , thou art reveng'd , Ev'n with the sword that kill ...
... sword , That ran through Cafar's bowels , fearch this bofom , Stand not to anfwer . Here take thou the hilt ; And when my face is cover'd , as ' tis now , Guide thou the fword . Cafar , thou art reveng'd , Ev'n with the sword that kill ...
Page 123
... sword Sit laurell'd victory , and fmooth fuccefs Be ftrew'd before your feet ! Ant . Let us go ; come , Our feparation fo abides and flies , That thou , refiding here , goest yet with me , And I , hence fleeting , here remain with thee ...
... sword Sit laurell'd victory , and fmooth fuccefs Be ftrew'd before your feet ! Ant . Let us go ; come , Our feparation fo abides and flies , That thou , refiding here , goest yet with me , And I , hence fleeting , here remain with thee ...
Page 313
... sword , Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright , And Britons ftrut with courage . Clot . Come , there's no more Tribute to be paid . Our Kingdom is ftronger than it was at that time ; and , as I faid , there is no more fuch Cafars ...
... sword , Made Lud's town with rejoicing fires bright , And Britons ftrut with courage . Clot . Come , there's no more Tribute to be paid . Our Kingdom is ftronger than it was at that time ; and , as I faid , there is no more fuch Cafars ...
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... Sword You fnatch fome bence for little I fheath again undeeded . faults ; that's love ; To have them fall no more . Others , fays our poet , you per- mit to live on , to multiply and increase in crimes , I will try again , and read thus ...
... Sword You fnatch fome bence for little I fheath again undeeded . faults ; that's love ; To have them fall no more . Others , fays our poet , you per- mit to live on , to multiply and increase in crimes , I will try again , and read thus ...
Page 422
... Swords , any thing , he cares not . An the devil come to him , it's all one . By godflid , it does one's heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Pa- ris : look ye yonder , niece , is't not. Pan . You fhall fee . Cre . O brave man ...
... Swords , any thing , he cares not . An the devil come to him , it's all one . By godflid , it does one's heart good . Yonder comes Paris , yonder comes Pa- ris : look ye yonder , niece , is't not. Pan . You fhall fee . Cre . O brave man ...
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Achilles Ægypt Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fome fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach itſelf kifs lady laft Lord Madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavius paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey prefent Priam purpoſe quarto Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word
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Page 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,
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
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