THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTARTED; EMBRACING A LIFE OF THE POET AND NOTES ORIGINAL AND SELECTED |
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Brutus, welcoming them all, says— “What watchful cares do interpose
themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? Cassius. Shall I'entreat a word? [They
whisper.] Decius. Here lies the east: doth not the day break here? Casca. No.
Cinna.
Brutus, welcoming them all, says— “What watchful cares do interpose
themselves Betwixt your eyes and night? Cassius. Shall I'entreat a word? [They
whisper.] Decius. Here lies the east: doth not the day break here? Casca. No.
Cinna.
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Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'
nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much ; such men
are dangerous. Ant. Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; He is a noble ...
Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'
nights. Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much ; such men
are dangerous. Ant. Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous; He is a noble ...
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... hooted, and clapped their chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty night-
caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the
crown, that it had almost choked Caesar; for he swooned, and fell down at it. And
for ...
... hooted, and clapped their chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty night-
caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Caesar refused the
crown, that it had almost choked Caesar; for he swooned, and fell down at it. And
for ...
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Will you sup with me to-night, Cascaf Casca. No, I am promised forth. Cas. Will
you dine with me to-morrow P Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and
your dinner worth the eating. - Cas. Good; I will expect you. Casca. Do so.
Farewell ...
Will you sup with me to-night, Cascaf Casca. No, I am promised forth. Cas. Will
you dine with me to-morrow P Casca. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and
your dinner worth the eating. - Cas. Good; I will expect you. Casca. Do so.
Farewell ...
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... To be exalted with the threatening clouds; But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife in heaven; Or
else the world, too saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction. Cic.
... To be exalted with the threatening clouds; But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. Either there is a civil strife in heaven; Or
else the world, too saucy with the gods, Incenses them to send destruction. Cic.
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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.