The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes, Том 16J. Nichols and Son, 1813 |
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... CASCA . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . CES . Who is it in the press , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cæsar : Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear . SOOTH . Beware ...
... CASCA . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . CES . Who is it in the press , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cæsar : Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear . SOOTH . Beware ...
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... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . BRU . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . BRU . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
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... CASCA stays behind . CASCA . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? BRU . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to- day , That Cæsar looks so sad . CASCA . Why you were with him , were you not ? BRU . I should not then ask ...
... CASCA stays behind . CASCA . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? BRU . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to- day , That Cæsar looks so sad . CASCA . Why you were with him , were you not ? BRU . I should not then ask ...
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... CASCA . Why , Antony . BRU . Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . CASCA . I can as well be hanged , as tell the man- ner of it : it was mere foolery . I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; -yet ' twas not a ...
... CASCA . Why , Antony . BRU . Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . CASCA . I can as well be hanged , as tell the man- ner of it : it was mere foolery . I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; -yet ' twas not a ...
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... CASCA . Ay . CAS . Did Cicero say any thing ? CASCA . Ay , he spoke Greek . CAS . To what effect ? CASCA . Nay , an I tell you that , I'll neʼer look you i ' the face again : But those , that understood him , smiled at one another , and ...
... CASCA . Ay . CAS . Did Cicero say any thing ? CASCA . Ay , he spoke Greek . CAS . To what effect ? CASCA . Nay , an I tell you that , I'll neʼer look you i ' the face again : But those , that understood him , smiled at one another , and ...
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra Aufidius bear blood Brutus Capitol CASCA Cassius Cato Citizens Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli death doth emendation enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear friends give gods hand Hanmer hath hear heart honour JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI King Lear LART Lartius look lord Lucilius Lucius Macbeth MALONE Mark Antony MASON means Menenius Messala modern editors mother noble North's translation o'the Octavius old copy old translation passage peace play Plutarch pray Roman Rome SCENE second folio senate sense SERV Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sicinius signifies soldier speak speech stand STEEVENS sword tell thee Theobald thing thou art thou hast Timon of Athens Titinius tongue translation of Plutarch tribunes Troilus and Cressida Tullus unto voices Volces Volumnia WARBURTON wife word worthy wounds Сом
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Страница 354 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Страница 359 - 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. 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.
Страница 356 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now, lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Страница 354 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Страница 258 - 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 267 - 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 376 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd 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...
Страница 358 - 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...
Страница 378 - O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? Bru. All this ! ay, more : fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Страница 271 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid 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 mov'd to smile at any thing.