The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesLongman and Company, 1847 |
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... Roman , and well given . Caes . ' Would he were fatter : -But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear , I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius . He reads much ; He is a great observer , and he ...
... Roman , and well given . Caes . ' Would he were fatter : -But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear , I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius . He reads much ; He is a great observer , and he ...
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... Roman . Cas . 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 menace so ? Cas . Those , that have known the earth so full of ...
... Roman . Cas . 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 menace so ? Cas . Those , that have known the earth so full of ...
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... Roman , you do want , Or else you use not : You look pale , and gaze , And put on fear , and cast yourself in wonder , To see the strange impatience of the heavens : But if you would consider the true cause , Why all these fires , why ...
... Roman , you do want , Or else you use not : You look pale , and gaze , And put on fear , and cast yourself in wonder , To see the strange impatience of the heavens : But if you would consider the true cause , Why all these fires , why ...
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... Roman bears of you . This is Trebonius . Bru . He is welcome hither . He is welcome too . Cas . This , Decius Brutus . Bru Cas . This , Casca ; this , Cinna ; And this , Metellus Cimber . Bru . What watchful cares do interpose ...
... Roman bears of you . This is Trebonius . Bru . He is welcome hither . He is welcome too . Cas . This , Decius Brutus . Bru Cas . This , Casca ; this , Cinna ; And this , Metellus Cimber . Bru . What watchful cares do interpose ...
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... Roman bears , and nobly bears , Is guilty of a several bastardy , If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him . erroneous . The face of men is the countenance , the regard , the esteem of the publick ...
... Roman bears , and nobly bears , Is guilty of a several bastardy , If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him . erroneous . The face of men is the countenance , the regard , the esteem of the publick ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth 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 MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS 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 Сут
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56 psl. - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
91 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, " This was a man i
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...
321 psl. - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
129 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.
59 psl. - 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.
11 psl. - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
6 psl. - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
69 psl. - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
12 psl. - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour 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,