An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespear Compared with the Greek and French Dramatic Poets: With Some Remarks Upon the Misrepresentations of Mons. de VoltaireH. Hughs, 1772 - 288 pages |
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Page 212
... Antony is but a limb of Cæfar . Thus it is tranflated by Mr. de Voltaire : BRUTUS . Cette course aux Romains paraitrait trop fanglante ; On nous reprocherait la colêre & l'envie , Si nous coupons la tête , & puis hachons les membres ...
... Antony is but a limb of Cæfar . Thus it is tranflated by Mr. de Voltaire : BRUTUS . Cette course aux Romains paraitrait trop fanglante ; On nous reprocherait la colêre & l'envie , Si nous coupons la tête , & puis hachons les membres ...
Page 235
... Antony , upon every occafion had been pro- fufely liberal and kind to him , preferred his interest even to those , who had fought for him , and by whofe blood he had pur- chased the empire ; and had admitted him , upon the death of ...
... Antony , upon every occafion had been pro- fufely liberal and kind to him , preferred his interest even to those , who had fought for him , and by whofe blood he had pur- chased the empire ; and had admitted him , upon the death of ...
Page 252
... Antony appears the humble courtier of Cæfar . A Soothsayer bids him beware the Ides of March . In the third fcene there is a dialogue between Brutus and Caffius , in which the latter tenderly reproaches Brutus , that his countenance is ...
... Antony appears the humble courtier of Cæfar . A Soothsayer bids him beware the Ides of March . In the third fcene there is a dialogue between Brutus and Caffius , in which the latter tenderly reproaches Brutus , that his countenance is ...
Page 255
... ANTONY , apart . ) Let me have men about me that are fat , Sleek - headed men , and fuch as fleep a - nights : Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much . Such men are dangerous . ANTONY . Fear him not , Cæfar , he's ...
... ANTONY , apart . ) Let me have men about me that are fat , Sleek - headed men , and fuch as fleep a - nights : Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much . Such men are dangerous . ANTONY . Fear him not , Cæfar , he's ...
Page 256
... Antony ; he hears no mufic ; Seldom he fmiles , and fmiles in fuch a fort , As if he mock'd himself , and scorn'd his fpirit , That could be mov'd to smile at any thing . Such men as he be never at heart's ease , Whilft they behold a ...
... Antony ; he hears no mufic ; Seldom he fmiles , and fmiles in fuch a fort , As if he mock'd himself , and scorn'd his fpirit , That could be mov'd to smile at any thing . Such men as he be never at heart's ease , Whilft they behold a ...
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Page 247 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 260 - 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.
Page 265 - 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 265 - 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 254 - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Page 182 - If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.
Page 177 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 262 - 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 266 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 183 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...