The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... the Ides of March , Caf . What man is that ? Bru . A footh - fayer bids you beware the Ides of March . Caf . Set him before me , let me fee his face , Caf . Caf . Fellow , come from the throng , look JULIUS CAESAR . 175.
... the Ides of March , Caf . What man is that ? Bru . A footh - fayer bids you beware the Ides of March . Caf . Set him before me , let me fee his face , Caf . Caf . Fellow , come from the throng , look JULIUS CAESAR . 175.
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... to filence . Fare you well . There was more foolery yet , if I could remember it . Caf . Will you fup with me to - night , Cafca ? Cafe . No , I am promis'd forth , Caf . Caf . Will you dine with me to - morrow 182 JULIUS CAESAR .
... to filence . Fare you well . There was more foolery yet , if I could remember it . Caf . Will you fup with me to - night , Cafca ? Cafe . No , I am promis'd forth , Caf . Caf . Will you dine with me to - morrow 182 JULIUS CAESAR .
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... . Cic . Good even , Cafea ; brought you Cæfar home ? Why are you breathlefs , and why ftare you fo ? Cafe . Are not you mov'd , when all the fway of earth Q2 Shakes Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero ! I JULIUS CAESAR . 183.
... . Cic . Good even , Cafea ; brought you Cæfar home ? Why are you breathlefs , and why ftare you fo ? Cafe . Are not you mov'd , when all the fway of earth Q2 Shakes Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero ! I JULIUS CAESAR . 183.
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... to - morrow . Cic . Good - night then , Cafca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Cafe . Farewel , Cicero . [ Exit Cicero . SCENE VII . Enter Caffius . Caf . Who's there ? Cafe . Cafe . A Roman , Caf . Cafea , by 184 JULIUS CAESAR .
... to - morrow . Cic . Good - night then , Cafca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Cafe . Farewel , Cicero . [ Exit Cicero . SCENE VII . Enter Caffius . Caf . Who's there ? Cafe . Cafe . A Roman , Caf . Cafea , by 184 JULIUS CAESAR .
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... are to me indifferent . Cafe . You fpeak to Cafca , and to fuch a man , That is no flearing tell - tale . Hold my hand : Be factious for redrefs of all thefe griefs , And And I will fet this foot of mine as far 186 JULIUS CAESAR .
... are to me indifferent . Cafe . You fpeak to Cafca , and to fuch a man , That is no flearing tell - tale . Hold my hand : Be factious for redrefs of all thefe griefs , And And I will fet this foot of mine as far 186 JULIUS CAESAR .
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