The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen11G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... body's mein- bers Rebell'd against the belly ; thus accus'd it : - That only like a gulf it did remain I ' the midst o ' the body , idle and inactive , Still cupboarding the viand , never bearing Like labour with the rest ; where the ...
... body's mein- bers Rebell'd against the belly ; thus accus'd it : - That only like a gulf it did remain I ' the midst o ' the body , idle and inactive , Still cupboarding the viand , never bearing Like labour with the rest ; where the ...
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... body . The belly answered , - 1 Cit . Well , sir , what answer made the belly ? Men . Sir , I shall tell you . - With a kind of smile , Which ne'er came from the lungs , but even thus , ( For , look you , I may make the belly smile , As ...
... body . The belly answered , - 1 Cit . Well , sir , what answer made the belly ? Men . Sir , I shall tell you . - With a kind of smile , Which ne'er came from the lungs , but even thus , ( For , look you , I may make the belly smile , As ...
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... body : But if you do remember , I send it through the rivers of your blood , Even to the court , the heart , -to the seat o'the brain ; And , through the cranks and offices of man , The strongest nerves , and small inferior veins , From ...
... body : But if you do remember , I send it through the rivers of your blood , Even to the court , the heart , -to the seat o'the brain ; And , through the cranks and offices of man , The strongest nerves , and small inferior veins , From ...
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... body'd , and the only son of my womb ; when youth with comeliness pluck'd all gaze his way ; when , for a day of kings ' entreaties , a mother should not sell him an hour from her behold- ing ; I , -considering how honour would become ...
... body'd , and the only son of my womb ; when youth with comeliness pluck'd all gaze his way ; when , for a day of kings ' entreaties , a mother should not sell him an hour from her behold- ing ; I , -considering how honour would become ...
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... body . Men . One in the neck , and two in the thigh , - there's nine that I know 22 . Vol . He had , before this last expedition , twenty- five wounds upon him . Men . Now it's twenty - seven : every gash was an enemy's grave : [ A ...
... body . Men . One in the neck , and two in the thigh , - there's nine that I know 22 . Vol . He had , before this last expedition , twenty- five wounds upon him . Men . Now it's twenty - seven : every gash was an enemy's grave : [ A ...
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Página 187 - 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.
Página 237 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 184 - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Página 251 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Página 260 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 240 - 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 253 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, 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...
Página 237 - 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 236 - 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 240 - 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...