The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 8J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would have put my wealth into donation ,? 2 This means , to put his wealth down in ...
... mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would have put my wealth into donation ,? 2 This means , to put his wealth down in ...
Page 46
... Mark , how strange it shows , Timon in this should pay more than he owes : And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels , And send for money for ' em . Hor . I am weary of this charge , " the gods can witness : I know , my lord hath ...
... Mark , how strange it shows , Timon in this should pay more than he owes : And e'en as if your lord should wear rich jewels , And send for money for ' em . Hor . I am weary of this charge , " the gods can witness : I know , my lord hath ...
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... mark of his ambition is . SCENE V. Before the Walls of Athens . [ Exit › Trumpets sound . Enter ALCIBIADES , and Forces . Alcib . Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach . Till now you [ A Parley sounded . gone on ...
... mark of his ambition is . SCENE V. Before the Walls of Athens . [ Exit › Trumpets sound . Enter ALCIBIADES , and Forces . Alcib . Sound to this coward and lascivious town Our terrible approach . Till now you [ A Parley sounded . gone on ...
Page 106
... mark me , - 1 Cit . Ay , sir ; well , well . Men . Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each ; Yet I can make my audit up , that all , From me do back receive the flower of all , And leave me but the bran . What say ...
... mark me , - 1 Cit . Ay , sir ; well , well . Men . Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each ; Yet I can make my audit up , that all , From me do back receive the flower of all , And leave me but the bran . What say ...
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... Mark'd you his lip , and eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird3 the gods . Sic . Be - mock the modest moon . Bru . The present wars devour him : he is grown Too proud to be so valiant . Sic ...
... Mark'd you his lip , and eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird3 the gods . Sic . Be - mock the modest moon . Bru . The present wars devour him : he is grown Too proud to be so valiant . Sic ...
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Agrippa Alarum Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Corioli death do't dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fellow fight Flav fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold gone Guard hand hath hear heart honour Iras Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart Lartius Lepidus look lord Timon Lucilius Lucius madam Mark Antony master MENENIUS Mess Messala Messenger Musick ne'er never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Sold soldier speak stand sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tribunes unto Volces VOLUMNIA What's word worthy
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Page 312 - 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Page 303 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 1 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 315 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Page 314 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions,. Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Page 300 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Page 251 - 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 ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 299 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable 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...
Page 475 - 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.
Page 250 - Did I the tired Caesar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Page 266 - Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks. [Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.