The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Timon of Athens ; Titus AndronicusC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... tears To this dead man , than you fhall fee me pay.- - I fhall find time , Caffius , I fhall find time.- Come , therefore , and to Thaffos fend his body : His funeral fhall not be in our camp , Left it discomfort us . - Lucilius , come ...
... tears To this dead man , than you fhall fee me pay.- - I fhall find time , Caffius , I fhall find time.- Come , therefore , and to Thaffos fend his body : His funeral fhall not be in our camp , Left it discomfort us . - Lucilius , come ...
Page 119
... tears ; they are greater ftorms and tempefts than almanacks can re- port . This cannot be cunning in her ; if it be , fhe makes a fhower of rain as well as Jove . burton has offered is fuch , that I can add nothing to it ; yet per- haps ...
... tears ; they are greater ftorms and tempefts than almanacks can re- port . This cannot be cunning in her ; if it be , fhe makes a fhower of rain as well as Jove . burton has offered is fuch , that I can add nothing to it ; yet per- haps ...
Page 120
... tears live in an onion that should water this forrow . Ant . The bufinefs , fhe hath broached in the ftate , Cannot endure my abfence . Eno . And the bufinefs , you have broached here , cannot be without you ; efpecially that of ...
... tears live in an onion that should water this forrow . Ant . The bufinefs , fhe hath broached in the ftate , Cannot endure my abfence . Eno . And the bufinefs , you have broached here , cannot be without you ; efpecially that of ...
Page 125
... tears Belong to Egypt . Good now , play one scene Of excellent diffembling , and let it look Like perfect honour . Ant . You'll heat my blood : No more . Cleo . You can do better yet ; but this is meetly . Ant . Now by my fword , - Cleo ...
... tears Belong to Egypt . Good now , play one scene Of excellent diffembling , and let it look Like perfect honour . Ant . You'll heat my blood : No more . Cleo . You can do better yet ; but this is meetly . Ant . Now by my fword , - Cleo ...
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... tears of it are wet . Caf . Will this defcription fatisfy him ? Ant . With the health that Pompey gives him , elfe he is a very epicure . Pomp . [ To Menas afide . ] Go hang , fir , hang ! Tell me of that ? away ! Do as I bid you ...
... tears of it are wet . Caf . Will this defcription fatisfy him ? Ant . With the health that Pompey gives him , elfe he is a very epicure . Pomp . [ To Menas afide . ] Go hang , fir , hang ! Tell me of that ? away ! Do as I bid you ...
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Page 59 - 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 147 - Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Page 66 - 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 : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Page 146 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Page 65 - 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 226 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Page 34 - But, as it were, in sort, or limitation ; To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure ? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus
Page 59 - ... that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 21 - 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 63 - It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!