The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
From inside the book
Results 6-10 of 100
Page 38
... Thou haft fome fuit to Cefar , haft thou not ? Art . That I have , Lady , if it will please Cafar To be fo good to Cafar , as to hear me : I fhall befeech him to befriend himself . Por . Why , know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him ...
... Thou haft fome fuit to Cefar , haft thou not ? Art . That I have , Lady , if it will please Cafar To be fo good to Cafar , as to hear me : I fhall befeech him to befriend himself . Por . Why , know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him ...
Page 45
... thou haft wounds , Weeping as fast as they ftream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius - here waft thou bay'd , brave hart Here didst thou fall , and ...
... thou haft wounds , Weeping as fast as they ftream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius - here waft thou bay'd , brave hart Here didst thou fall , and ...
Page 48
... Thou shalt not back , ' till I have borne this corfe Into the market - place : there fhall I try In my oration , how the people take The cruel iffue of these bloody men ; According to the which , thou fhalt difcourfe To young Olavius of ...
... Thou shalt not back , ' till I have borne this corfe Into the market - place : there fhall I try In my oration , how the people take The cruel iffue of these bloody men ; According to the which , thou fhalt difcourfe To young Olavius of ...
Page 56
... thou art afoot , Take thou what courfe thou wilt ! fellow ? Enter a Servant . Ser . Octavius is already come to Rome . Ant . Where is he ? How now , Ser . He and Lepidus are at Cafar's houfe . Ant . And thither will I ftraight , to ...
... thou art afoot , Take thou what courfe thou wilt ! fellow ? Enter a Servant . Ser . Octavius is already come to Rome . Ant . Where is he ? How now , Ser . He and Lepidus are at Cafar's houfe . Ant . And thither will I ftraight , to ...
Page 64
... thou beeft a Roman , take it forth . I , that deny'd thee gold , will give my heart ; Strike as thou didst at Cæfar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lov'd ft . him better Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius . Be Bru ...
... thou beeft a Roman , take it forth . I , that deny'd thee gold , will give my heart ; Strike as thou didst at Cæfar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lov'd ft . him better Than ever thou lov'dft Caffius . Be Bru ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feem felf fhall fhew fhould flain fome fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen kifs lady Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus uſe whofe whoſe
Popular passages
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.