Plays of Shakespeare ...: With Introductions and NotesGinn, 1878 - Всего страниц: 1 |
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... Portia is ! How little we see of her , yet how complete is our impression of her character ! Well might the poet Campbell say , " For the picture of that wedded pair , at once august and tender , human nature and the dignity of conjugal ...
... Portia is ! How little we see of her , yet how complete is our impression of her character ! Well might the poet Campbell say , " For the picture of that wedded pair , at once august and tender , human nature and the dignity of conjugal ...
Стр. 431
... PORTIA , Wife to Brutus . METELLUS CIMBER , CINNA , Senators , Citizens , Guards , Attendants , & c . SCENE , during a great part of the Play , at Rome ; afterwards at Sardis ; and near Philippi . ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A Street . Enter ...
... PORTIA , Wife to Brutus . METELLUS CIMBER , CINNA , Senators , Citizens , Guards , Attendants , & c . SCENE , during a great part of the Play , at Rome ; afterwards at Sardis ; and near Philippi . ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A Street . Enter ...
Стр. 434
... PORTIA , DECIUS , CICERO , Brutus , CASSIUS , and CASCA ; a great Crowd following , among them a Soothsayer . Cæs . Calpurnia , - Casca . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . Cæs . Calpurnia , - Cal . Here , my lord . Cas . Stand you directly in ...
... PORTIA , DECIUS , CICERO , Brutus , CASSIUS , and CASCA ; a great Crowd following , among them a Soothsayer . Cæs . Calpurnia , - Casca . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . Cæs . Calpurnia , - Cal . Here , my lord . Cas . Stand you directly in ...
Стр. 457
... PORTIA . Por . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? wherefore rise It is not for your health , thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw - cold morning . you now ? Por . Nor for yours neither . You ' ve ungently ...
... PORTIA . Por . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? wherefore rise It is not for your health , thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw - cold morning . you now ? Por . Nor for yours neither . You ' ve ungently ...
Стр. 458
... Portia . Por . I should not need , if you were gentle Brutus . Within the bond of marriage , tell me , Brutus , Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you ? Am I yourself But , as it were , in sort or limitation , To ...
... Portia . Por . I should not need , if you were gentle Brutus . Within the bond of marriage , tell me , Brutus , Is it excepted I should know no secrets That appertain to you ? Am I yourself But , as it were , in sort or limitation , To ...
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Alarum art thou bear blood brother Brutus and Cassius Cæs Caius Cassius Calpurnia Capitol Casca Cass Cato cause CESAR Cicero Cinna Citizens Clitus conspirators countrymen crown dangerous death Decius deed dost doth Dyce enemy Enter BRUTUS Exeunt Exit eyes fear fire follow friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath hear heart honour ides of March irony Julius Cæsar kill Lepidus Ligarius look lord Lucil Lucilius Lucius Marcus Marcus Brutus Mark Antony matter means Messala Metellus Cimber mighty mov'd night noble Brutus Octavius Peace Philippi Pindarus play Plutarch Poet Poet's Pompey Pompey's Portia Publius Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Senators sense Shakespeare sick soldier speak speech spirit stand Strato streets sword tell thee thing thou art thought Titinius to-day traitors Trebonius Tyber unto Volumnius word wrong
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Стр. 482 - 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. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Стр. 438 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Стр. 501 - And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Стр. 479 - 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.
Стр. 481 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished 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?
Стр. 479 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Стр. 478 - 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. The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honourable man; so are they all, all honourable men, . . . come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Стр. 508 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!
Стр. 433 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Стр. 496 - How ill this taper burns ! — Ha ! who comes here ? I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes, That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me : — 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.