The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volume 8 |
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Exit Timon . Flav . I pray , draw near . [ Exit FLAVIUS . ada staici . Enter
APEMANTUS and a Fool . ? Caph . Stay , stay , here comes the fool with
Apemantus ; let ' s have some sport with ' em . Var . Serv . Hang him , he ' ll
TIMON OF ATHENS .
Exit Timon . Flav . I pray , draw near . [ Exit FLAVIUS . ada staici . Enter
APEMANTUS and a Fool . ? Caph . Stay , stay , here comes the fool with
Apemantus ; let ' s have some sport with ' em . Var . Serv . Hang him , he ' ll
TIMON OF ATHENS .
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You shall stay too : [ To Sıcın . ] I would , I had the power To say so to my husband
. Are you mankind ? Vol . Ay , fool ; Is that a shame ? - Note but this fool .Was not
a man my father ? Hadst thou foxships To banish him that struck more blows for ...
You shall stay too : [ To Sıcın . ] I would , I had the power To say so to my husband
. Are you mankind ? Vol . Ay , fool ; Is that a shame ? - Note but this fool .Was not
a man my father ? Hadst thou foxships To banish him that struck more blows for ...
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But I say , there is no hope in ' t ; our throats are sentenced , and stay upon
execution . Sic . Is ' t possible , that so short a time can alter the condition of a
man ? Men . There is differency between a grub , and a butterfly ; yet your
butterfly was a ...
But I say , there is no hope in ' t ; our throats are sentenced , and stay upon
execution . Sic . Is ' t possible , that so short a time can alter the condition of a
man ? Men . There is differency between a grub , and a butterfly ; yet your
butterfly was a ...
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Cæs . Mark Antony shall say , I am not well ; And , for thy humour , I will stay at
home . ... Calphurnia here , my wife , stays me at home : She dreamt to - night she
saw my statua , Which like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood
...
Cæs . Mark Antony shall say , I am not well ; And , for thy humour , I will stay at
home . ... Calphurnia here , my wife , stays me at home : She dreamt to - night she
saw my statua , Which like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood
...
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Good countrymen , let me depart alone , And , for my sake , stay here with Antony
: Do grace to Cæsar ' s corpse , and grace his speech Tending to Cæsar ' s
glories ; which Mark Antony , By our permission is allow ' d to make . I do entreat
you ...
Good countrymen , let me depart alone , And , for my sake , stay here with Antony
: Do grace to Cæsar ' s corpse , and grace his speech Tending to Cæsar ' s
glories ; which Mark Antony , By our permission is allow ' d to make . I do entreat
you ...
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Page 288 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 246 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
Page 289 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Page 364 - 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.
Page 447 - 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.
Page 291 - Caesar lov'd him. This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 246 - 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 ourselve»dishonourable graves. , Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar: what should be in that Caesar?
Page 292 - 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 : For I have neither wit...
Page 288 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 290 - 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.