Works, 7 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Exit Lucius Since Caffius firft did whet me against Cæfar , I have not flept.- • Between the acting of a dreadful thing , And the first motion , all the interim is Like a phantafma , or a hideous dream : The genius , and the mortal ...
... Exit Lucius Since Caffius firft did whet me against Cæfar , I have not flept.- • Between the acting of a dreadful thing , And the first motion , all the interim is Like a phantafma , or a hideous dream : The genius , and the mortal ...
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... Exit Portia . 1 Luc . Here is a fick man , that would speak with you . Bru . Caius Ligarius that Metellus fpake of . Boy , ftand aside . Caius Ligarius ! how ? Lig . Vouchfafe good morrow from a feeble tongue . Bru . O , what a time ...
... Exit Portia . 1 Luc . Here is a fick man , that would speak with you . Bru . Caius Ligarius that Metellus fpake of . Boy , ftand aside . Caius Ligarius ! how ? Lig . Vouchfafe good morrow from a feeble tongue . Bru . O , what a time ...
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... Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæfar ? think you to walk forth ? You fhall not ftir out of your house to - day . Caf . Cæfar fhall forth ; the things that threatsed me , " Ne'er look'd but on my back ; when they fhall fee The face of ...
... Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæfar ? think you to walk forth ? You fhall not ftir out of your house to - day . Caf . Cæfar fhall forth ; the things that threatsed me , " Ne'er look'd but on my back ; when they fhall fee The face of ...
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... Exit Servant . Caf . The gods do this in shame of cowardice : Cæfar fhould be a beaft without a heart , If he should stay at home to - day for fear † . Cal . Alas , my Lord , Your wisdom is confum'd in confidence . Do not go forth to ...
... Exit Servant . Caf . The gods do this in shame of cowardice : Cæfar fhould be a beaft without a heart , If he should stay at home to - day for fear † . Cal . Alas , my Lord , Your wisdom is confum'd in confidence . Do not go forth to ...
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... Exit Por . I would have had thee there , and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there- O Conftancy , be ftrong upon my fide , Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and tongue ; , I have a man's mind , but a woman's ...
... Exit Por . I would have had thee there , and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there- O Conftancy , be ftrong upon my fide , Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and tongue ; , I have a man's mind , but a woman's ...
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The Works– Of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes. Collated with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1757 |
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Achilles Ægypt Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen itſelf Lady Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thoſe thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyffes What's whofe yourſelf
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19 psl. - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
46 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.
47 psl. - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
46 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
55 psl. - Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not: he was but a fool that brought My answer back.
42 psl. - CAESAR'S body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not?
47 psl. - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
45 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.
279 psl. - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
153 psl. - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.