The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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what conquest brings What tributaries follow him to Rome , [ he home ? To grace
in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than
senselefs things ! hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome ! Knew you not Pompey ...
what conquest brings What tributaries follow him to Rome , [ he home ? To grace
in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than
senselefs things ! hard hearts ! you cruel men of Rome ! Knew you not Pompey ...
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Age , thou art sham'd ;: Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods . When
went tbere by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with
one man ? When could they fay , till now , that talk'd cf Rome , That her wide walls
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Age , thou art sham'd ;: Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods . When
went tbere by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with
one man ? When could they fay , till now , that talk'd cf Rome , That her wide walls
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Brutus , thou seepft : awake , Such inftigations have been often dropt , Where I
have took them up : Shall Rome - im- thus mult I piece it out , Shall Rome stand
under one man's awe ? what ! Rome . ? : My ancellors did from the streets of
Rome .
Brutus , thou seepft : awake , Such inftigations have been often dropt , Where I
have took them up : Shall Rome - im- thus mult I piece it out , Shall Rome stand
under one man's awe ? what ! Rome . ? : My ancellors did from the streets of
Rome .
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Ant . Thy heart is big , get thee apart and weep ; Pallion I see is catching ; for
mine eyes , Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine , Begin to water . Is thy
master coming ? Ser . He lies to • night within seven leagues of Rome : Ant . Poft
back ...
Ant . Thy heart is big , get thee apart and weep ; Pallion I see is catching ; for
mine eyes , Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine , Begin to water . Is thy
master coming ? Ser . He lies to • night within seven leagues of Rome : Ant . Poft
back ...
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Welcome to Rome ; Nothing more dear to me . You are abus'd Reyond the mark
of thought ; and the high gods , To do you justice , make their ministers Of us ,
and those that love you . Be of comfort , And ever welcome to us . Agr . Welcome
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Welcome to Rome ; Nothing more dear to me . You are abus'd Reyond the mark
of thought ; and the high gods , To do you justice , make their ministers Of us ,
and those that love you . Be of comfort , And ever welcome to us . Agr . Welcome
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Page 55 - Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts ; Dash him to pieces ! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not : he was but a fool that brought My answer back.
Page 46 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Page 4 - 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 54 - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection.
Page 9 - 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 19 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Page 315 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 40 - 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.
Page 9 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Page 165 - Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life.