The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volum 6Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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Pągina 8
... , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; 1 Draw them to Tyber banks , and weep your tears 1 Condition , rank . Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss 8 [ ACT I. JULIUS CĘSAR .
... , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; 1 Draw them to Tyber banks , and weep your tears 1 Condition , rank . Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss 8 [ ACT I. JULIUS CĘSAR .
Pągina 11
... poor Brutus , vith himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your pas- sion , 1 By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations ...
... poor Brutus , vith himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your pas- sion , 1 By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations ...
Pągina 22
... Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He were no lion , were not Romans hinds . Those that with haste will make a mighty fire , Begin it with weak straws . What trash is Rome , What ...
... Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He were no lion , were not Romans hinds . Those that with haste will make a mighty fire , Begin it with weak straws . What trash is Rome , What ...
Pągina 56
... poor have cried , Cęsar hath wept . Ambition should be made of sterner stuff ; Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man . You all did see , that on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown , Which he ...
... poor have cried , Cęsar hath wept . Ambition should be made of sterner stuff ; Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man . You all did see , that on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown , Which he ...
Pągina 57
... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . 3 Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome , than Antony . 4 Cit . Now mark him ; he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday , the word of Cęsar might Have stood against the world ...
... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . 3 Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome , than Antony . 4 Cit . Now mark him ; he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday , the word of Cęsar might Have stood against the world ...
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Passatges populars
Pągina 60 - 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; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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...
Pągina 14 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pągina 57 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, '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.
Pągina 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Pągina 57 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Pągina 36 - 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 209 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men 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.