The Plays of William Shakespeare, Том 7T. Bensley, 1804 |
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William Shakespeare. JULIUS CESAR . Bru ...... Art thou any thing ? Art thou some god , some angel , or some devil , That mak'st my blood cold , and my hair to stare ? Speak to me , what thou art . Julius Caesar . A TRAGEDY , BY WILLIAM ...
William Shakespeare. JULIUS CESAR . Bru ...... Art thou any thing ? Art thou some god , some angel , or some devil , That mak'st my blood cold , and my hair to stare ? Speak to me , what thou art . Julius Caesar . A TRAGEDY , BY WILLIAM ...
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... thou ? 1 Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? — You , sir ; what trade are you ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , in respect of a fine workman , I am but , as ...
... thou ? 1 Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? — You , sir ; what trade are you ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , in respect of a fine workman , I am but , as ...
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... thou by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters ...
... thou by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters ...
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... thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none , con- spiracy ; Hide it in smiles , and affability : For if thou ...
... thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none , con- spiracy ; Hide it in smiles , and affability : For if thou ...
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... thou be'st not immor- tal , look about you : Security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ... thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . SCENE IV . THE ...
... thou be'st not immor- tal , look about you : Security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ... thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . SCENE IV . THE ...
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Сторінка 58 - 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.
Сторінка 56 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Сторінка 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
Сторінка 60 - 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.
Сторінка 57 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Сторінка 62 - 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.
Сторінка 135 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Сторінка 34 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Сторінка 34 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Сторінка 74 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.