The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 11G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... once . 1 Cit . You are all resolv'd rather to die , than to famish ? Cit . Resolved , resolved . 1 Cit . First , you know , Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people . Cit . We know't , we know't . 1 Cit . Let us kill him , and we'll ...
... once . 1 Cit . You are all resolv'd rather to die , than to famish ? Cit . Resolved , resolved . 1 Cit . First , you know , Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people . Cit . We know't , we know't . 1 Cit . Let us kill him , and we'll ...
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... once , You , my good friends , ( this says the belly , ) mark me , - 1 Cit . Ay , sir ; well , well . Men . Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each ; Yet I can make my audit up , that all From me do back receive the ...
... once , You , my good friends , ( this says the belly , ) mark me , - 1 Cit . Ay , sir ; well , well . Men . Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each ; Yet I can make my audit up , that all From me do back receive the ...
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... once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . ་ No , Caius Marcius ; I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen. Your company to ...
... once more strike at Tullus ' face : What , art thou stiff ? stand'st out ? Tit . ་ No , Caius Marcius ; I'll lean upon one crutch , and fight with the other , Ere stay behind this business . Men . O , true bred ! 1 Sen. Your company to ...
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... Once , if he do require our voices , we ought not to deny him . 2 Cit . We may , sir , if we will . 3 Cit . 30 We have power in ourselves to do it , but it is a power that we have no power to do : for if he show us his wounds , and tell ...
... Once , if he do require our voices , we ought not to deny him . 2 Cit . We may , sir , if we will . 3 Cit . 30 We have power in ourselves to do it , but it is a power that we have no power to do : for if he show us his wounds , and tell ...
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... once , when we stood up about the corn , he himself struck not to call us— -the many - headed multitude . 3 Cit . We have been call'd so of many ; not that our heads are some brown , some black , some auburn , some bald , but that our ...
... once , when we stood up about the corn , he himself struck not to call us— -the many - headed multitude . 3 Cit . We have been call'd so of many ; not that our heads are some brown , some black , some auburn , some bald , but that our ...
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Сторінка 187 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Сторінка 237 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Сторінка 184 - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Сторінка 251 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Сторінка 260 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Сторінка 240 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Сторінка 253 - 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...
Сторінка 237 - 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?
Сторінка 236 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all; all honourable men), Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Сторінка 240 - Caesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...