Tragedy of Julius Caesar

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Palmer Company, 1908 - 173 страница
In 1599, William Shakespeare wrote The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, a play based on Caesar's life. Set in 44 B.C., it tells the story of a Roman politician named Brutus who plots with others to assassinate Caesar.

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Страница 18 - 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 moved to smile at any thing.
Страница 106 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
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