The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 14C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says , he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man . You all did see , that , on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown ...
... poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says , he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man . You all did see , that , on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown ...
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... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . 3 Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome , than Antony . 4 Cit . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world ...
... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . 3 Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome , than Antony . 4 Cit . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world ...
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... poor , poor dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and ...
... poor , poor dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and ...
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... Poor knave , I blame thee not ; thou art o'er - watch'd . Call Claudius , and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent . Luc . Varro , and Claudius ! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS . Var . Calls my lord ? Bru . I ...
... Poor knave , I blame thee not ; thou art o'er - watch'd . Call Claudius , and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent . Luc . Varro , and Claudius ! Enter VARRO and CLAUDIUS . Var . Calls my lord ? Bru . I ...
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... poor remains of friends , rest on this rock . Cli . Statilius show'd the torch - light ; but , my lord , He came not back ; he is or ta'en , or slain . Bru . Sit thee down , Clitus : Slaying is the word ; It is a deed in fashion . Hark ...
... poor remains of friends , rest on this rock . Cli . Statilius show'd the torch - light ; but , my lord , He came not back ; he is or ta'en , or slain . Bru . Sit thee down , Clitus : Slaying is the word ; It is a deed in fashion . Hark ...
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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 15 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd!
Страница 76 - 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. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Страница 330 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take...
Страница 79 - 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 161 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Страница 93 - 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'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Страница 76 - 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?
Страница 93 - Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well : For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say, better ? Bru.