Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters 7.
... by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters 7.
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... live - long day , with patient expectation , To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome ; And when you saw his chariot but appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tyber trembled underneath her banks , To hear the ...
... live - long day , with patient expectation , To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome ; And when you saw his chariot but appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tyber trembled underneath her banks , To hear the ...
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... live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you . We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he . For once , upon a raw and gusty day , The troubled Tyber ...
... live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you . We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he . For once , upon a raw and gusty day , The troubled Tyber ...
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... live , and laugh at this hereafter . [ Clock strikes . The clock hath stricken three . Cas . Treb . Bru . Peace ; count the clock . 1 Envy here , as almost always by Shakspeare , is used for malice . 2 To take thought , is to grieve ...
... live , and laugh at this hereafter . [ Clock strikes . The clock hath stricken three . Cas . Treb . Bru . Peace ; count the clock . 1 Envy here , as almost always by Shakspeare , is used for malice . 2 To take thought , is to grieve ...
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... lover , ARTEMIDORUS . Here will I stand , till Cæsar pass along , And as a suitor will I give him this . My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.1 If thou read this 40 [ ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
... lover , ARTEMIDORUS . Here will I stand , till Cæsar pass along , And as a suitor will I give him this . My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.1 If thou read this 40 [ ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
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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.