The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumen14C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... mind is like the eye , 66 poem en- Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees ; " Whose rays reflect not , but spread outwardly ; " Not seeing itself , when other things it sees ? " Steevens . Your hidden worthiness into your eye ...
... mind is like the eye , 66 poem en- Through which it gathers knowledge by degrees ; " Whose rays reflect not , but spread outwardly ; " Not seeing itself , when other things it sees ? " Steevens . Your hidden worthiness into your eye ...
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... When Brutus first names honour and death he calmly declares thern indifferent ; but as the image kindies in his mind , he sets honour above life . Is not this natural ? Johnson . For , let the gods so speed me , as 12 JULIUS CESAR .
... When Brutus first names honour and death he calmly declares thern indifferent ; but as the image kindies in his mind , he sets honour above life . Is not this natural ? Johnson . For , let the gods so speed me , as 12 JULIUS CESAR .
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... mind hold , and your dinner worth the eating . Cas . Good : I will expect you . Casca . Do so : Farewel , both . [ Exit CASCA . Bru . What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ? 4 no true man ] No honest man . See Vol . VIII , p . 209 , n ...
... mind hold , and your dinner worth the eating . Cas . Good : I will expect you . Casca . Do so : Farewel , both . [ Exit CASCA . Bru . What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ? 4 no true man ] No honest man . See Vol . VIII , p . 209 , n ...
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... minds keep ever with their likes : For who so firm , that cannot be seduc'd ? Cæsar doth bear me hard ; 7 but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humour me . I will this night , In several hands ...
... minds keep ever with their likes : For who so firm , that cannot be seduc'd ? Cæsar doth bear me hard ; 7 but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humour me . I will this night , In several hands ...
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... minds are dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ' spirits ; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish . Casca . Indeed , they say , the senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæsar as a king : And he shall wear his crown , by sea ...
... minds are dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ' spirits ; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish . Casca . Indeed , they say , the senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæsar as a king : And he shall wear his crown , by sea ...
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Página 7 - Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day with patient expectation To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 14 - 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,
Página 15 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd!
Página 76 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Página 330 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take...
Página 79 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
Página 161 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Página 93 - All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Página 76 - 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?
Página 93 - Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well : For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say, better ? Bru.