The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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... my lord in hand , And I must know it , elfe he loves me not . ACT ( 5 ) See Portia's fpeech to Brutus in Julius Cefar , A & II . Scene III . ་ ACT III . SCENE I. Prodigies ridicul'd . ( 6 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
... my lord in hand , And I must know it , elfe he loves me not . ACT ( 5 ) See Portia's fpeech to Brutus in Julius Cefar , A & II . Scene III . ་ ACT III . SCENE I. Prodigies ridicul'd . ( 6 The Beauties of SHAKESPEAR .
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... Brutus , Covering difcretion with a coat of folly , As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That fhall firft fpring and be most delicate . ACT ( 8 ) Not , & c . ] . i . e . Not trufting to either eye or ear only , but ufing both on ...
... Brutus , Covering difcretion with a coat of folly , As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That fhall firft fpring and be most delicate . ACT ( 8 ) Not , & c . ] . i . e . Not trufting to either eye or ear only , but ufing both on ...
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... Brutus says , I love the name of honour , more than I fear death . See Cicero de fin . ii . 15 , 16. The ftoics never deftroyed choice among indifferent things . This being premifed , let us fee Brutus's fpeech " If it be aught ( fays ...
... Brutus says , I love the name of honour , more than I fear death . See Cicero de fin . ii . 15 , 16. The ftoics never deftroyed choice among indifferent things . This being premifed , let us fee Brutus's fpeech " If it be aught ( fays ...
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... Brutus , is not in our stars But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus and Cafar ! what fhould be in that Cæfar ? Why should that name be founded more than yours ? Write them together ; yours is as fair a name : Sound them , it ...
... Brutus , is not in our stars But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus and Cafar ! what fhould be in that Cæfar ? Why should that name be founded more than yours ? Write them together ; yours is as fair a name : Sound them , it ...
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... Brutus . You've ungently , Brutus , Stole from my bed : and yefternight at fupper , You fuddenly arose and walk'd about , Mufing and fighing , with your arms a - cross : And , ( 6 ) Path , ] i . e . walk ; he makes a verb of the ...
... Brutus . You've ungently , Brutus , Stole from my bed : and yefternight at fupper , You fuddenly arose and walk'd about , Mufing and fighing , with your arms a - cross : And , ( 6 ) Path , ] i . e . walk ; he makes a verb of the ...
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85 ページ - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
167 ページ - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
225 ページ - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
85 ページ - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
251 ページ - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
238 ページ - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
168 ページ - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
125 ページ - 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.
254 ページ - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
73 ページ - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.