THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; ILLISTARTED; EMBRACING A LIFE OF THE POET AND NOTES ORIGINAL AND SELECTED |
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... trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not;
thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it
is bent against Caesar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you; security gives ...
... trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius Brutus loves thee not;
thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it
is bent against Caesar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about you; security gives ...
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I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why dost thou stay? . - Luc. To know my errand, madam. Por. I would have had
thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
I pr'ythee, boy, run to the senate-house; Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why dost thou stay? . - Luc. To know my errand, madam. Por. I would have had
thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
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Are we all ready? What is now amiss, That Caesar and his senate must redress:
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws
before thy seat An humble heart:- - [Kneeling. Caes. I must prevent thee, Cimber.
Are we all ready? What is now amiss, That Caesar and his senate must redress:
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant Caesar, Metellus Cimber throws
before thy seat An humble heart:- - [Kneeling. Caes. I must prevent thee, Cimber.
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That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true : If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it
not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ...
That I did love thee, Caesar, O, 'tis true : If then thy spirit look upon us now, Shall it
not grieve thee, dearer than thy death, To see thy Antony making his peace,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes, Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ...
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What, thou speak'st drowsily Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatched.
Call Claudius, and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my
tent. Luc. Varro, and Claudius! Enter WARRo and CLAUDIUs. War. Calls my ...
What, thou speak'st drowsily Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'erwatched.
Call Claudius, and some other of my men ; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my
tent. Luc. Varro, and Claudius! Enter WARRo and CLAUDIUs. War. Calls my ...
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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.