The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volume 6Tauchnitz, 1844 |
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... Julius Cæsar : I was killed i ' the Capitol ; Brutus killed me . -- Ham . It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there . Be the players ready ? Ros . Ay , my lord ; they stay upon your patience . Queen . Come hither , my ...
... Julius Cæsar : I was killed i ' the Capitol ; Brutus killed me . -- Ham . It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there . Be the players ready ? Ros . Ay , my lord ; they stay upon your patience . Queen . Come hither , my ...
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... Julius Cæsar , Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted , There saw you labouring for him . What was it , That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire ? And what Made all - honoured , honest , Roman Brutus , With the arm'd rest , courtiers of ...
... Julius Cæsar , Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted , There saw you labouring for him . What was it , That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire ? And what Made all - honoured , honest , Roman Brutus , With the arm'd rest , courtiers of ...
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... Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there . Ant . You have heard much . Pom . I have fair meanings , Sir . Ant . And fair words to them . - Pom . Then , so much have I heard : And I have heard , Apollodorus carried Eno . No more of that ...
... Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there . Ant . You have heard much . Pom . I have fair meanings , Sir . Ant . And fair words to them . - Pom . Then , so much have I heard : And I have heard , Apollodorus carried Eno . No more of that ...
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... Cæsar weep ? Agr . [ Aside to AGRIPPA . He has a cloud in ' s face . Eno . He were the worse for that , were he a horse ; So is he , being a man . Why , Enobarbus , Agr . When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead , He cried almost to roaring ...
... Cæsar weep ? Agr . [ Aside to AGRIPPA . He has a cloud in ' s face . Eno . He were the worse for that , were he a horse ; So is he , being a man . Why , Enobarbus , Agr . When Antony found Julius Cæsar dead , He cried almost to roaring ...
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... Julius Cæsar Smil'd at their lack of skill , but found their courage Worthy his frowning at : their discipline ( Now mingled with their courages ) will make known To their approvers , they are people , such That mend upon the world ...
... Julius Cæsar Smil'd at their lack of skill , but found their courage Worthy his frowning at : their discipline ( Now mingled with their courages ) will make known To their approvers , they are people , such That mend upon the world ...
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Page 54 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
Page 54 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Page 55 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 11 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 501 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 161 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Page 100 - 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?
Page 346 - 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 129 - 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.
Page 54 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.