Tragedy of Julius CaesarPalmer 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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... means are justifiable by which patriotic citizens may rid their country of a tyrant . The only result of the murder of Cæsar was to let loose an avalanche of anarchy of which the conspira- tors were the first victims . Expelled from ...
... means are justifiable by which patriotic citizens may rid their country of a tyrant . The only result of the murder of Cæsar was to let loose an avalanche of anarchy of which the conspira- tors were the first victims . Expelled from ...
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... mean'st thou by that ? mend me , thou saucy fellow ! Sec . Com . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler ... meaning . Flav . But wherefore art not in thy shop to SCENE I ] 3 JULIUS CÆSAR.
... mean'st thou by that ? mend me , thou saucy fellow ! Sec . Com . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler ... meaning . Flav . But wherefore art not in thy shop to SCENE I ] 3 JULIUS CÆSAR.
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... mean- Cf. " vulgar fractions . " Paraphrase the last four lines of this scene . ing . SCENE - SETTING . ACT I - SCENE II . - A PUBLIC PLACE . Note . This scene introduces all the principal characters of the drama ; unfolds the plot of ...
... mean- Cf. " vulgar fractions . " Paraphrase the last four lines of this scene . ing . SCENE - SETTING . ACT I - SCENE II . - A PUBLIC PLACE . Note . This scene introduces all the principal characters of the drama ; unfolds the plot of ...
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... war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion ; 5 4 Harsh . 5 Feeling . 30 40 By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts ΙΟ [ ACT I JULIUS JULIU CÆSAR.
... war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion ; 5 4 Harsh . 5 Feeling . 30 40 By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts ΙΟ [ ACT I JULIUS JULIU CÆSAR.
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William Shakespeare Maud Elma Kingsley, Frank Herbert Palmer. By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius ; for the ...
William Shakespeare Maud Elma Kingsley, Frank Herbert Palmer. By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius ; for the ...
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Actors Alarum Antony's army Artemidorus battle bear blood Brutus and Cassius Cæs Caesar Cæsar's body Capitol Casca Cato character Cicero Cinna citizens Clitus cloak conspiracy conspirators Costumes countrymen crown death Decius Decius Brutus deed dost doth drama enemy Enter BRUTUS Exeunt Exit eyes fear follow Fourth Cit funeral Ghost give gods hand hast hath hear heart honour ides of March JULIUS CÆSAR Lepidus Ligarius look lord Lucil Lucilius Lupercalia Marcus Brutus Mark Antony master Messala Metellus Cimber mighty modern mov'd night noble Brutus Octavius Outline Study note Paraphrase Philippi Pindarus play Plutarch Pompey Pompey's Portia Publius Re-enter LUCIUS Roman Rome scene SCENE-SETTING Senate Shakespeare's soldiers speak spirit stand Strato street sword tell tent Thasos thee things Third Cit thou art Titinius to-day Trebonius tunic unto Volumnius wear word
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Страница 108 - 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...
Страница 4 - 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...
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.
Страница 14 - 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,
Страница 142 - 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 !
Страница 16 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
Страница 77 - Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue— A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Страница 142 - 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!
Страница 107 - All this ! ay, more : fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, 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 '11 use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.