The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... heads ; but , for mine own part , it was Greek to me . I could tell you more news too : Marullus and Flavius , for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images , are put to silence . Fare you well . There was more foolery yet , if I could remember ...
... heads ; but , for mine own part , it was Greek to me . I could tell you more news too : Marullus and Flavius , for pulling scarfs off Cæsar's images , are put to silence . Fare you well . There was more foolery yet , if I could remember ...
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... Cassius , To cut the head off , and then hack the limbs ; Like wrath in death , and envy afterwards : * Character . + Let us not break the matter to him . + Malice . For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar . Let 26 Act II . JULIUS CAESAR .
... Cassius , To cut the head off , and then hack the limbs ; Like wrath in death , and envy afterwards : * Character . + Let us not break the matter to him . + Malice . For Antony is but a limb of Cæsar . Let 26 Act II . JULIUS CAESAR .
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... head is off . Cas . Yet I do fear him : For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar , - Bru . Alas , good Cassius , do not think of him : If he love Cæsar , all that he can do Is to himself ; take thought , and die for Cæsar : And that ...
... head is off . Cas . Yet I do fear him : For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar , - Bru . Alas , good Cassius , do not think of him : If he love Cæsar , all that he can do Is to himself ; take thought , and die for Cæsar : And that ...
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... head , And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot : Yet I insisted , yet you auswer'd not ; But , with an angry wafture of your hand , Gave sign for me to leave you : So I did ; Fearing to strengthen that impatience , Which seem'd too ...
... head , And too impatiently stamp'd with your foot : Yet I insisted , yet you auswer'd not ; But , with an angry wafture of your hand , Gave sign for me to leave you : So I did ; Fearing to strengthen that impatience , Which seem'd too ...
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... heads , Let's all cry , Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be acted over , In states unborn , and accents yet unknown ? Bru . How many times shall Cæsar bleed ...
... heads , Let's all cry , Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be acted over , In states unborn , and accents yet unknown ? Bru . How many times shall Cæsar bleed ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death deed Dionyza dost doth Egypt emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony master Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep
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Стр. 119 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Стр. 51 - 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.
Стр. 64 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Стр. 70 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Стр. 54 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Стр. 12 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Стр. 55 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Стр. 186 - 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. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Стр. 63 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru.
Стр. 334 - No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.