Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... character , if we may judge from the impression made upon us by his own Commen- taries . The character of Cassius is also touched with great nicety and discrimination , and is admirably contrasted to that of Brutus : his supe- riority ...
... character , if we may judge from the impression made upon us by his own Commen- taries . The character of Cassius is also touched with great nicety and discrimination , and is admirably contrasted to that of Brutus : his supe- riority ...
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... character of a cynic philosopher . 2 i . e . these silly poets . A jig signified a ballad or ditty , as well as a dance . See note on Hamlet , Act ii . Sc . 2 . 3 Companion is used as a term of contempt in many of the old plays as we ...
... character of a cynic philosopher . 2 i . e . these silly poets . A jig signified a ballad or ditty , as well as a dance . See note on Hamlet , Act ii . Sc . 2 . 3 Companion is used as a term of contempt in many of the old plays as we ...
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... character is very strongly discriminated . " If our great Poet has one supereminent dramatic quality in perfection , it is that of being able " to go out of himself at pleasure , to inform and animate other existences . " It is true ...
... character is very strongly discriminated . " If our great Poet has one supereminent dramatic quality in perfection , it is that of being able " to go out of himself at pleasure , to inform and animate other existences . " It is true ...
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... Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O that I knew this husband , which , you say , must charge his horns with garlands ! 1 ...
... Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O that I knew this husband , which , you say , must charge his horns with garlands ! 1 ...
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... Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . 2 Char . Then , belike , my children shall have no names . Pr'ythee , how many boys ...
... Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . 2 Char . Then , belike , my children shall have no names . Pr'ythee , how many boys ...
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death Dionyza dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble o'the Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain word Сут
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60 psl. - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
60 psl. - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
56 psl. - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. 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 ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
37 psl. - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
121 psl. - 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.
54 psl. - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
67 psl. - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
57 psl. - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
45 psl. - Tis furnished well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion; and, that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this ; That I was constant, Cimber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so.
13 psl. - Tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color 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 ; As a sick girl.