The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Band 7 |
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... fear , the people Choose Cæsar for their king . Cas . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Cassius ; yet I love him well : - But wherefore do you hold me here so long ? * Allure . What ...
... fear , the people Choose Cæsar for their king . Cas . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Cassius ; yet I love him well : - But wherefore do you hold me here so long ? * Allure . What ...
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... fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favour . Well , honour is the subject of my story.- I cannot tell , what you and other men Think of this life ; but , for my single self , I ...
... fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favour . Well , honour is the subject of my story.- I cannot tell , what you and other men Think of this life ; but , for my single self , I ...
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... Fear him not , Cæsar , he's not dangerous ; He is a noble Roman , and well given . Cas . ' 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 ...
... Fear him not , Cæsar , he's not dangerous ; He is a noble Roman , and well given . Cas . ' 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 ...
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... fear of opening my lips , and receiving the bad air . Cas . But , soft , I pray you : What ? did Cæsar swoon ? Casca . He fell down in the market - place , and foamed at mouth , and was speechless , Bru . ' Tis very like he hath the ...
... fear of opening my lips , and receiving the bad air . Cas . But , soft , I pray you : What ? did Cæsar swoon ? Casca . He fell down in the market - place , and foamed at mouth , and was speechless , Bru . ' Tis very like he hath the ...
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... women , Transformed with their fear ; who swore , they saw Men , all in fire , walk up and down the streets . * Did you attend Cæsar home ? And , yesterday , the bird of night did sit 16 Act I. JULIUS CÆSAR . SCENE III. ...
... women , Transformed with their fear ; who swore , they saw Men , all in fire , walk up and down the streets . * Did you attend Cæsar home ? And , yesterday , the bird of night did sit 16 Act I. JULIUS CÆSAR . SCENE III. ...
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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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Seite 23 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 4 - 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 live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Seite 22 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Seite 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?
Seite 187 - Eros ! — I come, my queen. — Eros! — Stay for me : Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ./Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.
Seite 119 - ... 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. For her own person, It...
Seite 186 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.