Shakspere's Julius CaesarScott, Foresman, 1919 - 203 Seiten |
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Alarum Antony's art thou Artemidorus battle bear blood Brutus and Cassius Brutus's Caes Caius Calpurnia Capitol Casca Cato Cicero Cinna Clar Clitus conspirators countrymen death Decius Brutus dost doth drama enemy English Enter Brutus Exeunt Exit eyes fear fire Folios read follow Fourth Cit friends Ghost give gods hand hast hath hear heart honourable humour ides of March Introduction Julius Caesar Lepidus Ligarius live look lord Lucil Lucilius Marcus Brutus Mark Antony means Messala metre mov'd night noble Brutus Octavius pere's Philippi Pindarus play Plut Plutarch Pompey Pompey's Portia Publius Roman Rome scene senators sense Shaks Shakspere Shakspere's shout sick Sooth Soothsayer speak speech spirit stand statuë Strato sword syllable tell thee thing Third Cit thou art Titinius to-day traitors Trebonius unto verse Volumnius W. W. Skeat word Wright wrong
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Seite 97 - I could be well mov'd, if I were as you ; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; But there's but one in all doth hold his place...
Seite 82 - But, as it were, in sort or limitation, To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure ? If it be no more, Portia is Brutus
Seite 108 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Seite 47 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone l Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite 129 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Seite 174 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Seite 54 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Seite 54 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Seite 53 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Seite 22 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...