Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Andronicus Apem Apemantus Athens Bassianus bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius CESAR Char Charmian CHIRON Cleo Cleopatra dead death deed dost thou doth Egypt emperor empress Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear Flav fool fortune friends Fulvia gentle give gods gold Goths hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iras JOHNSON Julius Cæsar Lavinia Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam MALONE Marcus Mark Antony means Messala ne'er never noble o'the Octavia Parthia Plutarch Poet Pompey pray Publius queen revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakespeare Sold soldier speak STEEVENS sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain WARBURTON weep word
50 psl. - 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.
58 psl. - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
14 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the" narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
56 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 honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
62 psl. - 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.
178 psl. - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me. Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. Methinks, I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act ; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath.
74 psl. - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
10 psl. - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?