Shakespere's Tragedy of Julius CaesarB.H. Sanborn & Company, 1901 - 212 pàgines |
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Shakespere's Tragedy of Julius Caesar (Classic Reprint) William Shakespeare Previsualització no disponible - 2018 |
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Antony's ARTEMIDORUS battle bear blood Brutus and Cassius Brutus's Cæsar's body Cæsar's death Caius Calpurnia Capitol CASCA Cassius Cato CESAR character Cicero Cimber Cinna CITIZEN CLITUS conspiracy conspirators DARDANIUS Decius doth Dowden dramatic dramatist Elizabethan enemies English Exeunt farewell fear fell fire Flavius followed friends funeral give gods hand hath hear heart honor humor hypermetrical ides of March Julius Cæsar Lepidus Ligarius live look lord Lucilius LUCIUS Marcus Marcus Brutus Marcus Cato Mark Antony market-place Marullus matter means MESSALA Metellus mighty Mind and Art murder night noble Brutus North's Plutarch Octavius oration Philippi Pindarus play Pompey Pompey's Portia quoted Roman Rome SCENE Senate sense Shakspere Shakspere's slain soldiers soothsayer speak speech spirit Stage directions stand Strato sword syllables tell theatre thee things thou art thought Titinius tragedies TREBONIUS unto VARRO verse Volumnius word Wright
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Pàgina 3 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone l Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Pàgina 66 - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy— Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue— A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Pàgina 56 - I could be well mov'd, if I were as you ; If I could pray to move, prayers would move me : But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; But there's but one in all doth hold his place...
Pàgina 66 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate" by his side come hot from hell , Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men , groaning for burial.
Pàgina 3 - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things ! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? "Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
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 sham'd!
Pàgina 93 - 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 72 - 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! Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Pàgina 89 - 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 honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus? — I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pàgina 72 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.