The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Том 7 |
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... , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion t , By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Flourish of instruments . The nature of your feelings . Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me Scene 11 . 7 JULIUS CAESAR .
... , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion t , By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Flourish of instruments . The nature of your feelings . Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me Scene 11 . 7 JULIUS CAESAR .
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William Shakespeare George Steevens. Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius : for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection , by some other things . Cas . ' Tis ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens. Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius : for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection , by some other things . Cas . ' Tis ...
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... tell , what you and other men Think of this life ; but , for my single self , I had as lief not be , as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well ; and we can both ...
... tell , what you and other men Think of this life ; but , for my single self , I had as lief not be , as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you : We both have fed as well ; and we can both ...
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... tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to day . Bru . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks ...
... tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to day . Bru . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks ...
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... tell thee what is to be fear'd , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand , for this ear is deaf , And tell me truly what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt Cæsar and his train . Casca stays behind . Casca . You ...
... tell thee what is to be fear'd , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand , for this ear is deaf , And tell me truly what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt Cæsar and his train . Casca stays behind . Casca . You ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death deed Dionyza dost doth Egypt emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony master Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE shalt speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep
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Сторінка 12 - ... 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 200 So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men ; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater...
Сторінка 50 - 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. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Сторінка 51 - 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.
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Сторінка 63 - 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
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