Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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18 psl.
... Exit CASCA . Bru . What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ! He was quick mettle when he went to school . Cas . So he is now , in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise , However he puts on this tardy form . This rudeness is a sauce ...
... Exit CASCA . Bru . What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ! He was quick mettle when he went to school . Cas . So he is now , in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise , However he puts on this tardy form . This rudeness is a sauce ...
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... Exit . SCENE III . The same . A Street . Thunder and lightning . Enter , from opposite sides , CASCA , with his sword drawn , and CICERO . Cic . Good even , Casca . Brought you Cæsar home ? 1 Why are you breathless ? and why stare you ...
... Exit . SCENE III . The same . A Street . Thunder and lightning . Enter , from opposite sides , CASCA , with his sword drawn , and CICERO . Cic . Good even , Casca . Brought you Cæsar home ? 1 Why are you breathless ? and why stare you ...
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... Exit CICERO . Cas . Who's there ? Casca . Cas . Enter CASSIUS . A Roman . Casca , by your voice . Casca . Your ear is good . Cassius , what night is this ? Cas . A very pleasing night to honest men . Casca . Who ever knew the heavens ...
... Exit CICERO . Cas . Who's there ? Casca . Cas . Enter CASSIUS . A Roman . Casca , by your voice . Casca . Your ear is good . Cassius , what night is this ? Cas . A very pleasing night to honest men . Casca . Who ever knew the heavens ...
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... Exit CINNA . Come , Casca , you and I will yet , ere day , See Brutus at his house : three parts of him Is ours already ; and the man entire , Upon the next encounter , yields him ours . Casca . O , he sits high in all the people's ...
... Exit CINNA . Come , Casca , you and I will yet , ere day , See Brutus at his house : three parts of him Is ours already ; and the man entire , Upon the next encounter , yields him ours . Casca . O , he sits high in all the people's ...
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... Exit . Bru . It must be by his death ; and for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general . He would be crowned ; - How that might change his nature , there's the question . It is the bright day that brings ...
... Exit . Bru . It must be by his death ; and for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general . He would be crowned ; - How that might change his nature , there's the question . It is the bright day that brings ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death deed 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 hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
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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.