The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Volume 4Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... nature of an insurrection . Re - 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 . No you know them ? Luc . No , Sir ...
... nature of an insurrection . Re - 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 . No you know them ? Luc . No , Sir ...
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... nature could not bear it so . Bru . Well , to our work alive . What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently ? Cas . I do not think it good . Bru . Your reason ? Cas . This it is : " Tis better that the enemy seek us : So shall he ...
... nature could not bear it so . Bru . Well , to our work alive . What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently ? Cas . I do not think it good . Bru . Your reason ? Cas . This it is : " Tis better that the enemy seek us : So shall he ...
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... nature's infinite book of secrecy , A little I can read . Alex . Show him your hand . Enter ENOBARBUS . Eno . Bring in the banquet quickly ; wine enough , Cleopatra's health to drink . Char . Good Sir , give me good fortune . Sooth . I ...
... nature's infinite book of secrecy , A little I can read . Alex . Show him your hand . Enter ENOBARBUS . Eno . Bring in the banquet quickly ; wine enough , Cleopatra's health to drink . Char . Good Sir , give me good fortune . Sooth . I ...
Page 59
... nature of bad news infects the teller . Ant . When it concerns the fool , or coward . - On : Things , that are past , are done , with me .- ' Tis thus ; Who tells me true , though in his tale lie death , I hear him as he flatter'd ...
... nature of bad news infects the teller . Ant . When it concerns the fool , or coward . - On : Things , that are past , are done , with me .- ' Tis thus ; Who tells me true , though in his tale lie death , I hear him as he flatter'd ...
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... nature Will not sustain it . Ant . Now , my dearest queen , - Cleo . Pray you , stand further from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -You may go ...
... nature Will not sustain it . Ant . Now , my dearest queen , - Cleo . Pray you , stand further from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -You may go ...
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Page 35 - 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, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle...
Page 431 - What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 469 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Page 31 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 436 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 491 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which, I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Page 123 - 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 475 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 297 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 413 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.