The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... is obfcurely expreffed , but that the poet's meaning muft certainly be , that Marcius is fo confcious of , and fo elate upon the notion of his own valour , that SIC . Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs 22 CORIOLANUS .
... is obfcurely expreffed , but that the poet's meaning muft certainly be , that Marcius is fo confcious of , and fo elate upon the notion of his own valour , that SIC . Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs 22 CORIOLANUS .
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... Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs , difdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder , His infolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius . BRU Fame , at the which he aims , - In whom already he is well grac ...
... Such a nature , Tickled with good fuccefs , difdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder , His infolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius . BRU Fame , at the which he aims , - In whom already he is well grac ...
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... fpright'ning of eyes , dying of haire , flecking of fkinnes , blufhing of cheekes , & c . that ever made an old lady gracious by torchlight . " MALONE . Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers 70 CORIOLANUS .
... fpright'ning of eyes , dying of haire , flecking of fkinnes , blufhing of cheekes , & c . that ever made an old lady gracious by torchlight . " MALONE . Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers 70 CORIOLANUS .
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... Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack fons . MEN . Now the gods crown thee ! COR . And live you yet ? -O my fweet lady , par- don . [ To Valeria . VOL . I know not where to turn : -O welcome home ; And welcome ...
... Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack fons . MEN . Now the gods crown thee ! COR . And live you yet ? -O my fweet lady , par- don . [ To Valeria . VOL . I know not where to turn : -O welcome home ; And welcome ...
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... Such war of white and red , " & c . Again , in Chaucer's Knight's Tale , Mr. Tyrwhitt's edit . v . 1040 : " For with the rofe colour frof hire hewe . " Again , in Damatas ' Madrigal in Praife of his Daphnis , by John Wootton ; published ...
... Such war of white and red , " & c . Again , in Chaucer's Knight's Tale , Mr. Tyrwhitt's edit . v . 1040 : " For with the rofe colour frof hire hewe . " Again , in Damatas ' Madrigal in Praife of his Daphnis , by John Wootton ; published ...
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Page 243 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 341 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 332 - 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 334 - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 234 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
Page 624 - 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 272 - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Page 223 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Page 340 - 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 336 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.