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... Guide thou the sword- Cæfar , thou art reveng'd , Ev'n with the fword that kill'd thee . [ Kills bimfelf . Pind . So , I am free ; yet would not so have been , Durft I have done my will . Oh , Caffius ! Far from this country Pindarus ...
... Guide thou the sword- Cæfar , thou art reveng'd , Ev'n with the fword that kill'd thee . [ Kills bimfelf . Pind . So , I am free ; yet would not so have been , Durft I have done my will . Oh , Caffius ! Far from this country Pindarus ...
Sida 270
... Guid . Hail , heaven ! Arv . Hail , heav'n ! Confider , Bel . Now for our mountain sport , up to yond hill , .. Your legs are young : I'll tread these fats . When you , above , perceive me like a crow , That it is place which leffens ...
... Guid . Hail , heaven ! Arv . Hail , heav'n ! Confider , Bel . Now for our mountain sport , up to yond hill , .. Your legs are young : I'll tread these fats . When you , above , perceive me like a crow , That it is place which leffens ...
Sida 271
... Guid . Out of your proof you fpeak ; we , poor , un- fledg'd , Have never wing'd from view o'th ' neft ; nor know , What air's from home . Haply , this life is beft , If quiet life is beft ; fweeter to you , That have a fharper known ...
... Guid . Out of your proof you fpeak ; we , poor , un- fledg'd , Have never wing'd from view o'th ' neft ; nor know , What air's from home . Haply , this life is beft , If quiet life is beft ; fweeter to you , That have a fharper known ...
Sida 272
... Guid . Uncertain favour ! Bel . My fault being nothing , as I have told you oft , But that two villains ( whofe falfe oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour ) fwore to Cymbeline , I was confed'rate with the Romans : fo , Follow'd my ...
... Guid . Uncertain favour ! Bel . My fault being nothing , as I have told you oft , But that two villains ( whofe falfe oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour ) fwore to Cymbeline , I was confed'rate with the Romans : fo , Follow'd my ...
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... Guid . I'm thoroughly weary . Arv . I'm weak with toil , yet ftrong in appetite . Guid . There is cold meati'th ' cave , we'll brouze on that , Whilft what , we've kill'd , be cook'd . Bel . Stay , come not in But that it eats our ...
... Guid . I'm thoroughly weary . Arv . I'm weak with toil , yet ftrong in appetite . Guid . There is cold meati'th ' cave , we'll brouze on that , Whilft what , we've kill'd , be cook'd . Bel . Stay , come not in But that it eats our ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Volym 7 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1767 |
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Sida 47 - 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.
Sida 22 - 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.
Sida 359 - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: 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!
Sida 198 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Sida 52 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
Sida 60 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Sida 52 - 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.
Sida 50 - 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.
Sida 47 - 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?
Sida 30 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.