The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 12R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. PERSONS REPRESENTED . JULIUS CÆSAR . OCTAVIUS CÆSAR , Triumvirs , after the Death MARCUS ANTONIUS , M. ÆMIL . LEPIDUS , of Julius Cæsar . CICERO , PUBLIUS , POPILIUS LENA ; Senators . MARCUS BRUTUS ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. PERSONS REPRESENTED . JULIUS CÆSAR . OCTAVIUS CÆSAR , Triumvirs , after the Death MARCUS ANTONIUS , M. ÆMIL . LEPIDUS , of Julius Cæsar . CICERO , PUBLIUS , POPILIUS LENA ; Senators . MARCUS BRUTUS ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. JULIUS CÆSAR , ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A Street . Enter FLAVIUS , MARULLUS ' , and a Rabble of Citizens . FLAV . Hence : home , you idle creatures , get you home ; Is this a holiday ? What ! know you not ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. JULIUS CÆSAR , ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A Street . Enter FLAVIUS , MARULLUS ' , and a Rabble of Citizens . FLAV . Hence : home , you idle creatures , get you home ; Is this a holiday ? What ! know you not ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. MAR . What trade , thou knave ; thou naughty 3 knave , what trade 3 ? 2 CIT . Nay , I beseech you , sir , be not out with me : yet , if you be out , sir , I can mend you . MAR . What meanest thou by ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. MAR . What trade , thou knave ; thou naughty 3 knave , what trade 3 ? 2 CIT . Nay , I beseech you , sir , be not out with me : yet , if you be out , sir , I can mend you . MAR . What meanest thou by ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. To hear the replication of your sounds , Made in her concave shores And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way , That comes in ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. To hear the replication of your sounds , Made in her concave shores And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way , That comes in ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. Be hung with Cæsar's trophies " . I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing , Will make ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. Be hung with Cæsar's trophies " . I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing , Will make ...
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Agrippa Alexas ancient Antony's bear blood BOSWELL Brutus CASCA Cassius CESAR CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Coriolanus Cymbeline death doth edition editors Egypt emendation Enobarbus EROS Exeunt Exit eyes fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart honour IRAS JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Lear Lepidus look lord Lucilius Lucius madam MALONE Mark Antony MASON means MESS Messala metre musick never night noble Octavia old copy old reading old translation passage play Plutarch poet Pompey pray Proculeius queen RITSON Roman Rome SCENE second folio sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir Thomas Hanmer SOLD soldier speak speech spirit stand STEEVENS suppose sword tell thee THEOBALD thing thou art thou hast thought Timon of Athens Titinius translation of Plutarch Troilus and Cressida unto WARBURTON word
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Page 16 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 93 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is 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...
Page 98 - 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...
Page 31 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Page 231 - 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 111 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? 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...
Page 17 - 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.
Page 260 - By certain scales i' the pyramid : they know, By the height, the lowness, or the mean, if dearth Or foison follow '. The higher Nilus swells, The more it promises : as it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes to harvest. — Lep. You have strange serpents there. Ant. Ay, Lepidus. Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred, now, of your mud by the operation of your sun : so is your crocodile.
Page 18 - Would he were fatter! but I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Page 113 - Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ? Cas. Oh ye gods ! ye gods ! Must I endure all this ? Bru.