The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 sidor |
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... better appetite . Bru . And so it is . For this time I will leave you . To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cas . I will do so . - Till ...
... better appetite . Bru . And so it is . For this time I will leave you . To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cas . I will do so . - Till ...
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... better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece of work that will make sick men whole . Lig . But are not some whole , that we must make sick ? Bru . That must we also . What it is , my Caius , I shall unfold to thee , as we are going ...
... better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece of work that will make sick men whole . Lig . But are not some whole , that we must make sick ? Bru . That must we also . What it is , my Caius , I shall unfold to thee , as we are going ...
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... better dreams . If Cæsar hide himself , shall they not whisper , Lo , Cæsar is afraid ? Pardon me , Cæsar ; for my dear , dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable.2 Cæs . How foolish do your ...
... better dreams . If Cæsar hide himself , shall they not whisper , Lo , Cæsar is afraid ? Pardon me , Cæsar ; for my dear , dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable.2 Cæs . How foolish do your ...
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... better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bayed , brave hart , Here didst thou fall ; and here thy hunters stand , Signed in thy spoil , and crimsoned in thy lethe.1 O world ...
... better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bayed , brave hart , Here didst thou fall ; and here thy hunters stand , Signed in thy spoil , and crimsoned in thy lethe.1 O world ...
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... better parts Shall now be crowned in Brutus . 1 Cit . We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamors . Bru . My countrymen , 2 Cit . 1 Cit . Peace , ho ! Peace ; silence ! Brutus speaks . Bru . Good countrymen , let me dẹpart ...
... better parts Shall now be crowned in Brutus . 1 Cit . We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamors . Bru . My countrymen , 2 Cit . 1 Cit . Peace , ho ! Peace ; silence ! Brutus speaks . Bru . Good countrymen , let me dẹpart ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1818 |
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio play Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome 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
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Sida 55 - 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.
Sida 58 - Ant. 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...
Sida 60 - 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.
Sida 69 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
Sida 25 - tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face : But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Sida 69 - Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. BRU. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Sida 122 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings : at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the 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, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
Sida 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Sida 209 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Sida 121 - 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.