The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, Tom 7J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... Enter BRUTUS . BRUTUS . HAT , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot by the progrefs of the ftars , Give guess how near to day- Lucius , I fay ! -I would , it were my fault to fleep fo foundly . When , Lucius , when ? awake , I fay ? what Lu- cius ! Enter ...
... Enter BRUTUS . BRUTUS . HAT , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot by the progrefs of the ftars , Give guess how near to day- Lucius , I fay ! -I would , it were my fault to fleep fo foundly . When , Lucius , when ? awake , I fay ? what Lu- cius ! Enter ...
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... Ides of March , as he supposed . For March , May , July , and Oc- tober , had fix nones each , fo that the fifteenth of March was the Ides of that month . WARB . Enter Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , March is wafted JULIUS CÆSAR . 25.
... Ides of March , as he supposed . For March , May , July , and Oc- tober , had fix nones each , fo that the fifteenth of March was the Ides of that month . WARB . Enter Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , March is wafted JULIUS CÆSAR . 25.
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... enter , They are the faction . O Confpiracy ! [ Exit Lucius . Sham'st thou to fhew thy dang'rous brow by night , When Evils are moft free ? O then , by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough , To mask thy monftrous vifage ? Seek ...
... enter , They are the faction . O Confpiracy ! [ Exit Lucius . Sham'st thou to fhew thy dang'rous brow by night , When Evils are moft free ? O then , by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough , To mask thy monftrous vifage ? Seek ...
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... Enter Julius Cæfar . OR heav'n , nor earth , have been at peace to - night ; NOR Thrice hath Calphurnia in her fleep cry'd out , Help , ho ! they murder Cafar . " Who's within ? Enter a Servant . Serv . My Lord ? —————— Caf . Go bid the ...
... Enter Julius Cæfar . OR heav'n , nor earth , have been at peace to - night ; NOR Thrice hath Calphurnia in her fleep cry'd out , Help , ho ! they murder Cafar . " Who's within ? Enter a Servant . Serv . My Lord ? —————— Caf . Go bid the ...
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... Enter Brutus , Ligarius , Metellus , Cafca , Trebonius , Cinna and Publius . Where Publius is come to fetch me . Pub . Good - morrow , Cafar . Caf . Welcome , Publius . What , Brutus , are you ftirr'd fo early too ? Good - morrow ...
... Enter Brutus , Ligarius , Metellus , Cafca , Trebonius , Cinna and Publius . Where Publius is come to fetch me . Pub . Good - morrow , Cafar . Caf . Welcome , Publius . What , Brutus , are you ftirr'd fo early too ? Good - morrow ...
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Strona 65 - 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.
Strona 24 - 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.
Strona 101 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Strona 11 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Strona 191 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Strona 60 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.