THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTARTED; EMBRACING A LIFE OF THE POET AND NOTES ORIGINAL AND SELECTED |
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This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his
words With better appetite. & Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you. To-
morrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you; or, if you will, ...
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his
words With better appetite. & Bru. And so it is. For this time I will leave you. To-
morrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you; or, if you will, ...
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Brave son, derived from honorable loins ! Thou, like an exorcist," hast conjured
up My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? Bru. A piece of work that will make sick
men ...
Brave son, derived from honorable loins ! Thou, like an exorcist," hast conjured
up My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, And I will strive with things impossible;
Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? Bru. A piece of work that will make sick
men ...
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Besides, it were a mock Apt to be rendered, for some one to say, Break up the
senate till another time, When Casar's wife shall meet with better dreams. If
Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Caesar is afraid? Pardon me,
Caesar ...
Besides, it were a mock Apt to be rendered, for some one to say, Break up the
senate till another time, When Casar's wife shall meet with better dreams. If
Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper, Lo, Caesar is afraid? Pardon me,
Caesar ...
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... blood, It would become me better, than to close In terms of friendship with thine
enemies. Pardon me, Julius !—Here wast thou bayed, brave halt, Here didst thou
fall; and here thy hunters stand, Signed in thy spoil, and crimsoned in thy lethe.
... blood, It would become me better, than to close In terms of friendship with thine
enemies. Pardon me, Julius !—Here wast thou bayed, brave halt, Here didst thou
fall; and here thy hunters stand, Signed in thy spoil, and crimsoned in thy lethe.
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... countrymen, and lovers hear me for my . cause; and be silent, that you may
hear: believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may
believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the
better ...
... countrymen, and lovers hear me for my . cause; and be silent, that you may
hear: believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may
believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the
better ...
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Seite 55 - 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 58 - Ant. 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...
Seite 60 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Seite 69 - 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. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
Seite 25 - 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 : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Seite 69 - Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. BRU. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Seite 122 - 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, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
Seite 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, 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.
Seite 209 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 121 - 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.