The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Side 97
... mistress . Sooth . You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my ...
... mistress . Sooth . You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my ...
Side 111
... mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount an arrogant steed , Who neighed so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb3 by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry ? Alex . Like to the time o ' the year , between the ...
... mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount an arrogant steed , Who neighed so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb3 by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry ? Alex . Like to the time o ' the year , between the ...
Side 126
... mistress ; But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand that kings Have lipped , and trembled kissing . Mess . First , madam , he's well . Cleo . Why , there's more gold . But ...
... mistress ; But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand that kings Have lipped , and trembled kissing . Mess . First , madam , he's well . Cleo . Why , there's more gold . But ...
Side 181
... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night disponge3 upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me . Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault ; Which being dried with grief ...
... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night disponge3 upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me . Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault ; Which being dried with grief ...
Side 186
... mistress loved thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She hath betrayed me , and shall die the death . Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharged ...
... mistress loved thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She hath betrayed me , and shall die the death . Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharged ...
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Side 60 - 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; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Side 60 - 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.
Side 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable 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.
Side 37 - 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.
Side 296 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 121 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 93 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's 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 14 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Side 209 - 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 Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: 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.
Side 12 - Well, honor is the subject of my story. — I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.