Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Volum 5Whittaker, 1858 |
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Pàgina 11
... dear to thee , Oh ! think my son to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are brought to Rome , To beautify thy triumphs , and return Captive to thee , and to thy Roman yoke ; But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets , For ...
... dear to thee , Oh ! think my son to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are brought to Rome , To beautify thy triumphs , and return Captive to thee , and to thy Roman yoke ; But must my sons be slaughter'd in the streets , For ...
Pàgina 19
... Dear father , soul and substance of us all , - Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter His noble nephew here in virtue's nest , That died in honour and Lavinia's cause . Thou art a Roman , be not barbarous : The Greeks upon advice did ...
... Dear father , soul and substance of us all , - Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to inter His noble nephew here in virtue's nest , That died in honour and Lavinia's cause . Thou art a Roman , be not barbarous : The Greeks upon advice did ...
Pàgina 22
... dear son's life ; And make them know what ' tis to let a queen Kneel in the streets , and beg for grace in vain.— [ Aloud . ] Come , come , sweet emperor , -come , Andronicus , - Take up this good old man , and cheer the heart That dies ...
... dear son's life ; And make them know what ' tis to let a queen Kneel in the streets , and beg for grace in vain.— [ Aloud . ] Come , come , sweet emperor , -come , Andronicus , - Take up this good old man , and cheer the heart That dies ...
Pàgina 32
... dear sovereign , and our gracious mother ! Why doth your highness look so pale and wan ? Tam . Have I not reason , think you , to look pale ? These two have ' tic'd me hither to this place , A barren detested vale , you see , it is ...
... dear sovereign , and our gracious mother ! Why doth your highness look so pale and wan ? Tam . Have I not reason , think you , to look pale ? These two have ' tic'd me hither to this place , A barren detested vale , you see , it is ...
Pàgina 42
... dear sons ' blood . Enter LUCIUS , with his sword drawn . Oh , reverend tribunes ! Oh , gentle , aged men ! Unbind my sons , reverse the doom of death ; And let me say , that never wept before , My tears are now prevailing orators . Luc ...
... dear sons ' blood . Enter LUCIUS , with his sword drawn . Oh , reverend tribunes ! Oh , gentle , aged men ! Unbind my sons , reverse the doom of death ; And let me say , that never wept before , My tears are now prevailing orators . Luc ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 343 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Pàgina 316 - I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Pàgina 345 - 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...
Pàgina 405 - Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pàgina 405 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable 40 As this which now I draw.
Pàgina 344 - 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.
Pàgina 356 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — 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 ? Should I have answer...
Pàgina 400 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Pàgina 127 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pàgina 347 - 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.