The Works of Shakespeare, Том 8Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... body lie along the base of Pompey's statue . But Shakespeare undoubtedly drew his materials substantially from Plutarch's lives of Cæsar , Brutus , and Antony , as translated by Sir Thomas North.1 The translations had probably become as ...
... body lie along the base of Pompey's statue . But Shakespeare undoubtedly drew his materials substantially from Plutarch's lives of Cæsar , Brutus , and Antony , as translated by Sir Thomas North.1 The translations had probably become as ...
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... body was brought into the market- place , Antonius making his funeral Oration in praise of the dead according to the ancient custom of Rome , and perceiving that his words moved the common people to compassion : he framed his eloquence ...
... body was brought into the market- place , Antonius making his funeral Oration in praise of the dead according to the ancient custom of Rome , and perceiving that his words moved the common people to compassion : he framed his eloquence ...
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... body of Cassius his eyes are opened , and the thrilling cry that breaks from him- O Julius Cæsar , thou art mighty yet ! Thy spirit walks abroad , and turns our swords In our own proper entrails- is the final confession of failure . The ...
... body of Cassius his eyes are opened , and the thrilling cry that breaks from him- O Julius Cæsar , thou art mighty yet ! Thy spirit walks abroad , and turns our swords In our own proper entrails- is the final confession of failure . The ...
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... body , If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him . He had a fever when he was in Spain , And when the fit was on him , I did mark How he did shake : ' tis true , this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly , And that same ...
... body , If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him . He had a fever when he was in Spain , And when the fit was on him , I did mark How he did shake : ' tis true , this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly , And that same ...
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... the Capitol ; and the ' image ' is that which he nevertheless makes Cæsar's body stain with blood ( iii . 2. 192 ) . 128. element , air . 129. favour , aspect . Most bloody , fiery , and most terrible . Casca 36 Julius Cæsar ACT I.
... the Capitol ; and the ' image ' is that which he nevertheless makes Cæsar's body stain with blood ( iii . 2. 192 ) . 128. element , air . 129. favour , aspect . Most bloody , fiery , and most terrible . Casca 36 Julius Cæsar ACT I.
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Сторінка 279 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Сторінка 96 - 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 215 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Сторінка 77 - 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...
Сторінка 26 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, " Brutus " will start a spirit as soon as
Сторінка 74 - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Сторінка 79 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Сторінка 204 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Сторінка 75 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Сторінка 78 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.