The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... things ! O , you hard hearts , you cruel men of Rome , Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climbed up to walls and battlements , To towers and windows , yea , to chimney - tops , Your infants in your arms , and there have ...
... things ! O , you hard hearts , you cruel men of Rome , Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climbed up to walls and battlements , To towers and windows , yea , to chimney - tops , Your infants in your arms , and there have ...
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... 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 chafing with her shores , 1 ...
... 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 chafing with her shores , 1 ...
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... things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this ; 1 Brutus had rather be a villager , Than to repute himself a son of Rome , Under these hard conditions as 5 this time Is like to lay upon us . 1 The first folio reads walks . 2 ...
... things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this ; 1 Brutus had rather be a villager , Than to repute himself a son of Rome , Under these hard conditions as 5 this time Is like to lay upon us . 1 The first folio reads walks . 2 ...
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... thing . Such men as he be never at heart's ease , Whiles they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous . I rather tell thee what is to be feared , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my ...
... thing . Such men as he be never at heart's ease , Whiles they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous . I rather tell thee what is to be feared , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my ...
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... thing amiss , he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity . Three or four wenches , where I stood , cried , Alas , good soul ! —and forgave him with all their hearts . But there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cæsar had ...
... thing amiss , he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity . Three or four wenches , where I stood , cried , Alas , good soul ! —and forgave him with all their hearts . But there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cæsar had ...
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death deed DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome 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
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Seite 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Seite 60 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. 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.
Seite 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Seite 37 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Seite 296 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 121 - 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.
Seite 93 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges* all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Seite 14 - 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.
Seite 209 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 12 - Well, honor is the subject of my story. — 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.