The Tragedy of Julius CaesarCharles Scribner's sons, 1909 - 188 pàgines |
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Abbott action Alarum Antony's Appian Artemidorus battle bear blood Brutus and Cassius Brutus's Cæs Cæsar's death Caius called Calpurnia Capitol Casca Cassius Cassius's Cato character Cicero Cinna Clitus conspirators crown death of Cæsar Decius Brutus deed doth drama Edited Elizabethan enemy Enter BRUTUS Exeunt Exit fear fire Flavius Folio follow Fourth Pleb give gods hand hath hear heart hence honor humor Ides of March Julius Cæsar Lepidus Ligarius look lord Lucilius Lupercalia Marcus Brutus Mark Antony Marullus Messala Metellus Cimber night noble Brutus North's Plutarch Note obsolete Octavius oration Pharsalia Philippi Pindarus play Pompey portent Portia Prætor Publius Roman Rome Rostra scene Senate Senate-house sense Shake Shakespeare slain soldiers speak spirit stand story Strato sword tarch tell thee things Third Pleb thou art Titinius to-day tragedy Trebonius unto Volumnius word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 71 - 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.
Pàgina 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, 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.
Pàgina 61 - 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, And bid them speak for me...
Pàgina 55 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Pàgina 11 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great ? Age, 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 walls encompassed but one man ? Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough, When there is in it but one only man.
Pàgina 10 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Pàgina 72 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth: I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Pàgina 58 - 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...
Pàgina 72 - For I can raise no money by vile means : By Heaven, 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...
Pàgina 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.