The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... those wolves ! dive in the earth , And fence not Athens ! Matrons , turn incontinent ; Obedience fail in children ; flaves and fools Pluck the grave wrinkled fenate from the bench , And minister in their fteads ; to general filth ...
... those wolves ! dive in the earth , And fence not Athens ! Matrons , turn incontinent ; Obedience fail in children ; flaves and fools Pluck the grave wrinkled fenate from the bench , And minister in their fteads ; to general filth ...
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... those milk - paps That through the window - lawn bore at mens eyes , Are not within the leaf of pity writ , Set them down horrible traitors . Spare not the babe Whofe dimpled smiles from fools extort their mercy ; Think it a baftard ...
... those milk - paps That through the window - lawn bore at mens eyes , Are not within the leaf of pity writ , Set them down horrible traitors . Spare not the babe Whofe dimpled smiles from fools extort their mercy ; Think it a baftard ...
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... Those that would mischief me , than those that dơ . H'as caught me in his eye , I will present My honeft grief to him ; and , as my Lord , Still ferve him with my life . My deareft mafter Tim . Away ! what art thou ? Flav . Have you ...
... Those that would mischief me , than those that dơ . H'as caught me in his eye , I will present My honeft grief to him ; and , as my Lord , Still ferve him with my life . My deareft mafter Tim . Away ! what art thou ? Flav . Have you ...
Page 68
... those that were , it is not fquare to take , On those that are , revenge : crimes , like to lands , Are not inherited . Then , dear countryman , Bring in thy ranks , but leave without thy rage ; Spare thy Athenian cradle , and those kin ...
... those that were , it is not fquare to take , On those that are , revenge : crimes , like to lands , Are not inherited . Then , dear countryman , Bring in thy ranks , but leave without thy rage ; Spare thy Athenian cradle , and those kin ...
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... those our droplets which From niggard nature fall ; yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave our faults - forgiv'n , fince dead Is noble Timon , of whose memory Hereafter more . - Bring me into ...
... those our droplets which From niggard nature fall ; yet rich conceit Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave our faults - forgiv'n , fince dead Is noble Timon , of whose memory Hereafter more . - Bring me into ...
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Page 217 - 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...
Page 179 - 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 213 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? 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? — O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Page 198 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 241 - 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!
Page 336 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
Page 222 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? 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...
Page 211 - 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. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Page 178 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Page 328 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.