The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 14F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... Thou rascal , thou art worst in blood , to ruin " Lead'st first , to win , & c . " Thou that art the meanest by birth , art the foremost to lead thy fellows to ruin , in hope of some advantage . The meaning , however , is perhaps only this ...
... Thou rascal , thou art worst in blood , to ruin " Lead'st first , to win , & c . " Thou that art the meanest by birth , art the foremost to lead thy fellows to ruin , in hope of some advantage . The meaning , however , is perhaps only this ...
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... thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? No , Caius Marcius ; TIT . I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . 6 MEN . — O , true bred ...
... thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? No , Caius Marcius ; TIT . I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . 6 MEN . — O , true bred ...
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... Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire 9 , as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish , not fierce and terrible Only in strokes1 ; but , with thy grim looks , and 8 Who , sensible ...
... Thou art left , Mar- cius : A carbuncle entire 9 , as big as thou art , Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato's wish , not fierce and terrible Only in strokes1 ; but , with thy grim looks , and 8 Who , sensible ...
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... thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . MAR . Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me : To Aufidius thus I ...
... thou bleed'st ; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight . MAR . Sir , praise me not : My work hath yet not warm'd me : Fare you well . The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me : To Aufidius thus I ...
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... thou speak'st truth , Methinks , thou speak'st not well . How long is't since ? MESS . Above an hour , my lord . COм . ' Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their drums : How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour " , And bring thy news ...
... thou speak'st truth , Methinks , thou speak'st not well . How long is't since ? MESS . Above an hour , my lord . COм . ' Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their drums : How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour " , And bring thy news ...
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