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... nights : Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look , He thinks too much ; fuch men are dangerous . Ant . Fear him not ... night , And his affections dark as Erebus ; Let no fuch man be trufted.- 1 Seldom Seldom he fmiles ; and smiles in ...
... nights : Yond Caffius has a lean and hungry look , He thinks too much ; fuch men are dangerous . Ant . Fear him not ... night , And his affections dark as Erebus ; Let no fuch man be trufted.- 1 Seldom Seldom he fmiles ; and smiles in ...
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... night - caps , and uttered fuch a deal of ftinking breath , because Cafar refus'd the Crown , that it had almost choaked Cafar ; for he fwooned , and fell down at it and for mine own part , I durft not laugh , for fear of opening my ...
... night - caps , and uttered fuch a deal of ftinking breath , because Cafar refus'd the Crown , that it had almost choaked Cafar ; for he fwooned , and fell down at it and for mine own part , I durft not laugh , for fear of opening my ...
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... night , Cafea ? Cafca . No , I am promis'd forth . Caf . Will you dine with me to - morrow ? Cafca . Ay , if F be alive , and your mind . hold , and your dinner be worth the eating . Caf . Good , I will expect you . Cafca . Do fo ...
... night , Cafea ? Cafca . No , I am promis'd forth . Caf . Will you dine with me to - morrow ? Cafca . Ay , if F be alive , and your mind . hold , and your dinner be worth the eating . Caf . Good , I will expect you . Cafca . Do fo ...
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... night , never till now , Did I go through a tempeft dropping fire . Either there is a civil ftrife in heav'n ; Or elfe the world , too faucy with the Gods , Incenses them to fend deftruction . Cic . Why , faw you any thing more ...
... night , never till now , Did I go through a tempeft dropping fire . Either there is a civil ftrife in heav'n ; Or elfe the world , too faucy with the Gods , Incenses them to fend deftruction . Cic . Why , faw you any thing more ...
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... night is this Caf . A very pleafing night to honeft men . Cafea . Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? Caf . Thofe , that have known the earth fo full of faults . For my part , I have walk'd about the streets , Submitting me unto the ...
... night is this Caf . A very pleafing night to honeft men . Cafea . Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? Caf . Thofe , that have known the earth fo full of faults . For my part , I have walk'd about the streets , Submitting me unto the ...
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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.