The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 6 tomas |
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And a Petition granted them , a strange one , To break the heart of Generofity , And make bold Power look pale ; they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o'th ' Moon , Shouting their emulation . Men .
And a Petition granted them , a strange one , To break the heart of Generofity , And make bold Power look pale ; they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o'th ' Moon , Shouting their emulation . Men .
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The breaft of Hecuba , When fhe did fuckle Hector , look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead , when it spit forth blood At Grecian fwords contending ; tell Valeria , We are fit to bid her welcome . - [ Exit Gent . Vir .
The breaft of Hecuba , When fhe did fuckle Hector , look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead , when it spit forth blood At Grecian fwords contending ; tell Valeria , We are fit to bid her welcome . - [ Exit Gent . Vir .
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... Or by the fires of Heaven , I'll leave the Foe , And make my wars on you : look to't , come on ; ( 5 ) All the Contagion of the South light on You , You Shames of Rome ; you Herds ; of Boils and Plagues Plaifter you d'er , & c .
... Or by the fires of Heaven , I'll leave the Foe , And make my wars on you : look to't , come on ; ( 5 ) All the Contagion of the South light on You , You Shames of Rome ; you Herds ; of Boils and Plagues Plaifter you d'er , & c .
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Even to Cato's wifh , not fierce and terrible Only in ftroaks , but with thy grim looks , and The thunder - like ... Look , Sir . Lart . O , ' tis Marcius . Let's fetch him off , or make remain alike . [ They fight , and all enter the ...
Even to Cato's wifh , not fierce and terrible Only in ftroaks , but with thy grim looks , and The thunder - like ... Look , Sir . Lart . O , ' tis Marcius . Let's fetch him off , or make remain alike . [ They fight , and all enter the ...
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Lart . Marcius , his name ? Mar. By Jupiter , forgot : I am weary ; yea , my memory is tir'd : Have we no wine here ? Com . Go we to our tent ; The blood upon your visage dries ; ' tis time It should be look'd to : come . [ Exeunt .
Lart . Marcius , his name ? Mar. By Jupiter , forgot : I am weary ; yea , my memory is tir'd : Have we no wine here ? Com . Go we to our tent ; The blood upon your visage dries ; ' tis time It should be look'd to : come . [ Exeunt .
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Antony Author bear better blood bring Britaine Brother Brutus Cæfar Cafar Caffius changes Char Cleo Cleopatra Clot comes Coriolanus dead death doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fall fear felf fhall fhew fhould fight follow fome fortune fpeak friends ftand fuch fword give Gods gone Guid hand hath head hear heart himſelf hold honour I'll i'th Iach Italy keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam Marcius Mark matter mean moft mother muft muſt Nature never night noble o'th peace Pleb Poet Poft poor Power pray Queen Roman Rome SCENE Senators ſpeak tell thee theſe thing thou thought true voices wife worthy
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171 psl. - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
174 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
131 psl. - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
130 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
242 psl. - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did. Agr: O, rare for Antony! Eno: Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
132 psl. - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
132 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.
243 psl. - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
176 psl. - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, 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.
172 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 6 tomas The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktorius | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Leidėjas | A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 13 liepos 2007 |
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