The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... doth run his course * . - Antonius . Ant . Cæsar , my lord . Cas . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say , The barren , touched in this holy chase , Shake off their steril curse . Ant . I shall ...
... doth run his course * . - Antonius . Ant . Cæsar , my lord . Cas . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calphurnia : for our elders say , The barren , touched in this holy chase , Shake off their steril curse . Ant . I shall ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferretý and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being cross'd in couference by some ...
... doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferretý and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being cross'd in couference by some ...
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... doth bear me hardt ; but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humour me . I will this night , In several hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from several citizens , Writings all ...
... doth bear me hardt ; but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humour me . I will this night , In several hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from several citizens , Writings all ...
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... doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca : this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Casca . Farewell , Cicero . [ Exit Cicero . Enter Cassius . A Roman . Cas . Who's ...
... doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca : this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Casca . Farewell , Cicero . [ Exit Cicero . Enter Cassius . A Roman . Cas . Who's ...
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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 Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia 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 Сут
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63 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.
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