The Works of Shakespeare, Volum 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Side 17
... natural : " For , I believe , they are portentous things Unto the Climate , that they point upon . Cic . Indeed , it is a ftrange difpofed time : But men may conftrue things after their fashion , Clean from the purpose of the things ...
... natural : " For , I believe , they are portentous things Unto the Climate , that they point upon . Cic . Indeed , it is a ftrange difpofed time : But men may conftrue things after their fashion , Clean from the purpose of the things ...
Side 18
... natures and pre - formed faculties To monftrous quality ; why , you fhall find , That heaven has infus'd them with these spirits , To make them inftruments of fear and warning Unto fome monstrous ftage . Now could I , Cafea , name to ...
... natures and pre - formed faculties To monftrous quality ; why , you fhall find , That heaven has infus'd them with these spirits , To make them inftruments of fear and warning Unto fome monstrous ftage . Now could I , Cafea , name to ...
Side 22
... 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 fting in him , That at his will he may do danger with . Th ' abuse of ...
... 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 fting in him , That at his will he may do danger with . Th ' abuse of ...
Side 24
... nature of an infurrection . Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Caffius at the door , ( 7 ) Sir , March is wafted fifteen days . ] The Editors are lightly mistaken : It was wasted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th ...
... nature of an infurrection . Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Caffius at the door , ( 7 ) Sir , March is wafted fifteen days . ] The Editors are lightly mistaken : It was wasted but 14 Days ; this was the Dawn of the 15th ...
Side 67
... nature could not bear it fo . Bru . Well , to our Work alive . What do you think Of marching to Philippi prefently ? Caf . I do not think it good . Bru . Your reafon ? Caf . This it is : ' Tis better , that the enemy feek us ; So fhall ...
... nature could not bear it fo . Bru . Well , to our Work alive . What do you think Of marching to Philippi prefently ? Caf . I do not think it good . Bru . Your reafon ? Caf . This it is : ' Tis better , that the enemy feek us ; So fhall ...
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Side 52 - 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...
Side 47 - 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.
Side 168 - 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.
Side 59 - 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Side 10 - 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.
Side 184 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Side 49 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Side 82 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Side 176 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Side 9 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.