The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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Page 218
... Pifanio , and Ladies . So , fo ; well done , well done ; The violets , cowflips , and the primroses , Bear to my closet ; fare thee well , Pifanio , Think on my words . Pif . And thall do : [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . [ Exit . But when ...
... Pifanio , and Ladies . So , fo ; well done , well done ; The violets , cowflips , and the primroses , Bear to my closet ; fare thee well , Pifanio , Think on my words . Pif . And thall do : [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . [ Exit . But when ...
Page 219
... Pifanio , and Iachimo . Pis . Madam , a noble Gentleman of Rome Comes from my Lord with letters . lach . Change you , Madam ; The worthy Leonatus is in fafety , And greets your Highness dearly . Imo . Thanks , good Sir , You're kindly ...
... Pifanio , and Iachimo . Pis . Madam , a noble Gentleman of Rome Comes from my Lord with letters . lach . Change you , Madam ; The worthy Leonatus is in fafety , And greets your Highness dearly . Imo . Thanks , good Sir , You're kindly ...
Page 220
... Pifanio . Defire my man's abode , where I did leave him ; He's ftrange , and peevish . Pif . I was going , Sir , To give him welcome . Imo . Continues well my His health , ' beseech you ? Iach . Well , Madam . Lord Imo . Is he difpos'd ...
... Pifanio . Defire my man's abode , where I did leave him ; He's ftrange , and peevish . Pif . I was going , Sir , To give him welcome . Imo . Continues well my His health , ' beseech you ? Iach . Well , Madam . Lord Imo . Is he difpos'd ...
Page 223
... Pifanio ! - lach . Let me my fervice tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! I do condemn mine ears , that have So long attended thee . If thou wert honourable , Thou would't have told this tale for virtue , not For fuch an end thou feek'ft ...
... Pifanio ! - lach . Let me my fervice tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! I do condemn mine ears , that have So long attended thee . If thou wert honourable , Thou would't have told this tale for virtue , not For fuch an end thou feek'ft ...
Page 234
... Pifanio ? Enter Pifanio . Clot . His garment ? now , the devil · Imo . To Dorothy , my woman , hye thee presently . Clot . His garment ? Imo . I am fprighted with a fool , Frighted , and angred worfe - go , bid Search for a jewel , that ...
... Pifanio ? Enter Pifanio . Clot . His garment ? now , the devil · Imo . To Dorothy , my woman , hye thee presently . Clot . His garment ? Imo . I am fprighted with a fool , Frighted , and angred worfe - go , bid Search for a jewel , that ...
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Page 52 - I 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Page 47 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 168 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Page 59 - 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 ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 10 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 184 - 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. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Page 49 - 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.
Page 82 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Page 176 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Page 9 - 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.