The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... worthy than my own , To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear , For the repealing of my banish'd brother ? Bru . I kiss thy hand , but not in flattery , Cæsar ; Desiring thee , that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of ...
... worthy than my own , To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear , For the repealing of my banish'd brother ? Bru . I kiss thy hand , but not in flattery , Cæsar ; Desiring thee , that Publius Cimber may Have an immediate freedom of ...
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... worthy ; nor his offences enforced , for which he suffered death . Enter Antony and others , with Cæsar's body . Here comes his body , mourned by Mark Antony : who , though he had no hand in his death , shall re- ceive the benefit of ...
... worthy ; nor his offences enforced , for which he suffered death . Enter Antony and others , with Cæsar's body . Here comes his body , mourned by Mark Antony : who , though he had no hand in his death , shall re- ceive the benefit of ...
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... worthy cause to wish Things done , undone : but , if he be at hand , I shall be satisfied . Pin . I do not doubt , But that my noble master will appear Such as he is , full of regard , and honour . Bru . He is not doubted . - A word ...
... worthy cause to wish Things done , undone : but , if he be at hand , I shall be satisfied . Pin . I do not doubt , But that my noble master will appear Such as he is , full of regard , and honour . Bru . He is not doubted . - A word ...
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... lord . Bru . Nay , I am sure it is , Volumnius . Thou see'st the world , Volumnius , how it goes ; Our enemies have beat us to the pit : It is more worthy to leap in ourselves , Than 84 Act V. JULIUS CESAR . SCENE V. ...
... lord . Bru . Nay , I am sure it is , Volumnius . Thou see'st the world , Volumnius , how it goes ; Our enemies have beat us to the pit : It is more worthy to leap in ourselves , Than 84 Act V. JULIUS CESAR . SCENE V. ...
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William Shakespeare. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves , Than tarry till they push us . Good Volumnius , Thou know'st , that we two went to school together ; Even for that our love of old , I pray thee , Hold thou my sword - hilts ...
William Shakespeare. It is more worthy to leap in ourselves , Than tarry till they push us . Good Volumnius , Thou know'st , that we two went to school together ; Even for that our love of old , I pray thee , Hold thou my sword - hilts ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death deed Dionyza dost doth Egypt emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony master Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep
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Страница 119 - 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 51 - 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 64 - 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 70 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Страница 54 - 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 12 - 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.
Страница 55 - 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. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Страница 186 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Страница 63 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru.
Страница 334 - No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.