The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 sider |
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Side 14
... thou art shamed ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talked of Rome , That her wide ...
... thou art shamed ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talked of Rome , That her wide ...
Side 22
... hast thou led me ? Before a willing bondman ; My answer must be made . But I am armed , And dangers are to me indifferent . 2 But , O grief ! I , perhaps , speak this then I know 1 i . e . sinews , muscular strength . See note on King ...
... hast thou led me ? Before a willing bondman ; My answer must be made . But I am armed , And dangers are to me indifferent . 2 But , O grief ! I , perhaps , speak this then I know 1 i . e . sinews , muscular strength . See note on King ...
Side 32
... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? Wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your ...
... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? Wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your ...
Side 35
... Thou , like an exorcist , ' hast conjured up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things ... thee , as we are going , To whom it must be done . Lig . Set on your foot ; And , with a heart new - fired , I follow ...
... Thou , like an exorcist , ' hast conjured up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things ... thee , as we are going , To whom it must be done . Lig . Set on your foot ; And , with a heart new - fired , I follow ...
Side 40
... thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cæsar . If thou be'st not immortal , look about you ; security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ...
... thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cæsar . If thou be'st not immortal , look about you ; security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.