The Works of Shakespeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. Venus and Adonis. Rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. Lover's complaint. Passionate Pilgrim. Sonnets to sundry notes of music. Song. Verses among the additional poems to Chester's Love's martyr, 1601G. Routledge & sons, limited, 1891 |
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... thou art sham'd ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide ...
... thou art sham'd ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was fam'd with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her wide ...
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... hast thou led me ? I , perhaps , speak this Before a willing bondman : then I know My answer must be made : But I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . Casca . You speak to Casca ; and to such a man That is no fleering tell ...
... hast thou led me ? I , perhaps , speak this Before a willing bondman : then I know My answer must be made : But I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . Casca . You speak to Casca ; and to such a man That is no fleering tell ...
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... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men : Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? Wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your ...
... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men : Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? Wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your ...
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... thee , All the charactery of my sad brows : - Leave me with haste . [ Exit PORTIA . Enter LUCIUS and LIGARIUS . Lucius ... Thou , like an exorcist , hast conjur'd up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things ...
... thee , All the charactery of my sad brows : - Leave me with haste . [ Exit PORTIA . Enter LUCIUS and LIGARIUS . Lucius ... Thou , like an exorcist , hast conjur'd up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things ...
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... thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cæsar . If thou beest not immortal , look about you . Security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ...
... thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cæsar . If thou beest not immortal , look about you . Security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd bear beauty behold blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian cheeks CHIRON Cleo CLEON Cleopatra dead dear death deed Demet DIONYZA doth Egypt emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fear fortune foul friends Fulvia gentle give gods Goths grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven honour JULIUS CÆSAR king kiss Lavinia Lepidus lips live look lord love's Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS madam Marc Marcus Marina Mark Antony ne'er never night noble Octavia Pericles pity Pompey poor pray prince queen quoth Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE shalt shame sorrow speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto weep wilt words
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Страница 427 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 32 - 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.
Страница 398 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Страница 50 - 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...
Страница 100 - 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.
Страница 48 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Страница 49 - 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.
Страница 57 - 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.
Страница 47 - 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.
Страница 49 - 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...