The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesLongman and Company, 1847 |
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... live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am , indeed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great danger , I re - cover them . As proper men as ever trod upon ...
... live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am , indeed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great danger , I re - cover them . As proper men as ever trod upon ...
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... live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold , as well as he . For once , upon a raw and gusty day , The troubled Tyber ...
... live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold , as well as he . For once , upon a raw and gusty day , The troubled Tyber ...
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... live , and laugh at this hereafter . Bru . Peace , count the clock . Cas . [ Clock strikes . The clock hath stricken three . Treb . ' Tis time to part . Cas . But it is doubtful yet , Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to - day , or no : For ...
... live , and laugh at this hereafter . Bru . Peace , count the clock . Cas . [ Clock strikes . The clock hath stricken three . Treb . ' Tis time to part . Cas . But it is doubtful yet , Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to - day , or no : For ...
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... . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy lover , Here will I stand , till Cæsar pass along , And as a suitor will I give him this . Artemidorus . My heart laments , that virtue cannot live Out of 40 ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
... . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy lover , Here will I stand , till Cæsar pass along , And as a suitor will I give him this . Artemidorus . My heart laments , that virtue cannot live Out of 40 ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
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William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers. My heart laments , that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation 3 . If thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . The same ...
William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers. My heart laments , that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation 3 . If thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . The same ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth 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 MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word Сут
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Página 56 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Página 91 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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 i
Página 60 - 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...
Página 321 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 129 - 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.
Página 59 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 11 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If 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...
Página 6 - 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 live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 69 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Página 12 - 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,