The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volume 7 |
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... Enter CINNA . Casca . Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . – Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas . No ...
... Enter CINNA . Casca . Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . – Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas . No ...
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... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! - I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! - I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . - When , Lucius , when ? Awake , I say : What ...
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! - I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! - I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . - When , Lucius , when ? Awake , I say : What ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. Enter LUCIUS . Luc . Call'd you , my lord ? Bru . Get me a taper in my study , Lucius : When it is ... enter Lucius . Luc . The taper burneth 24 ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. Enter LUCIUS . Luc . Call'd you , my lord ? Bru . Get me a taper in my study , Lucius : When it is ... enter Lucius . Luc . The taper burneth 24 ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
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... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . [ Knock within . Bru . ' Tis good . Go to the gate ; somebody knocks . [ Exit LUCIUS . + Mr. Malone omits then . Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar , I SCENE I. 25 ...
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . [ Knock within . Bru . ' Tis good . Go to the gate ; somebody knocks . [ Exit LUCIUS . + Mr. Malone omits then . Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar , I SCENE I. 25 ...
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... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir , there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their ...
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir , there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their ...
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth emperor ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
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Page 60 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
Page 130 - 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. For her own person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie In her pavilion— cloth of gold, of tissue— O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature...
Page 56 - 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...
Page 71 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius.
Page 57 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 210 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; ' young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Page 97 - 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...
Page 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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 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.
Page 59 - 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.