The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Том 4Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... keep us all in servile fearfulness . SCENE II . - The same . A Public Place . [ Exeunt . Enter , in Procession with__ Music , CESAR ; ANTONY , for the course ; CALPHURNIA , PORTIA , DECIUS , CICERO , BRUTUS , CASSIUS , and CASCA , a ...
... keep us all in servile fearfulness . SCENE II . - The same . A Public Place . [ Exeunt . Enter , in Procession with__ Music , CESAR ; ANTONY , for the course ; CALPHURNIA , PORTIA , DECIUS , CICERO , BRUTUS , CASSIUS , and CASCA , a ...
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... keep his state in Rome , As easily as a king . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have some aim How I have thought of this , and of these times , I shall recount hereafter ; for this present ...
... keep his state in Rome , As easily as a king . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have some aim How I have thought of this , and of these times , I shall recount hereafter ; for this present ...
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... keep ever with their likes : For who so firm , that cannot be seduced ? Cæsar doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humourt me . I will this night , In several hands , in at ...
... keep ever with their likes : For who so firm , that cannot be seduced ? Cæsar doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus : If I were Brutus now , and he were Cassius , He should not humourt me . I will this night , In several hands , in at ...
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... keep with you at meals , comfort your bed , And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure . ? If it be no more , Portia is Brutus ' harlot , not his wife . Bru . You are my true and honourable wife ; As ...
... keep with you at meals , comfort your bed , And talk to you sometimes ? Dwell I but in the suburbs Of your good pleasure . ? If it be no more , Portia is Brutus ' harlot , not his wife . Bru . You are my true and honourable wife ; As ...
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... keep counsel ! - Art thou here yet ? Luc . Madam , what should I do ? Run to the Capitol , and nothing else ? And so return to you , and nothing else ? Por . Yes , bring me word , boy , if thy lord look well , For he went sickly forth ...
... keep counsel ! - Art thou here yet ? Luc . Madam , what should I do ? Run to the Capitol , and nothing else ? And so return to you , and nothing else ? Por . Yes , bring me word , boy , if thy lord look well , For he went sickly forth ...
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Стр. 35 - 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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle...
Стр. 431 - What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Стр. 469 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Стр. 31 - 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.
Стр. 436 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Стр. 491 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which, I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Стр. 123 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Стр. 475 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Стр. 297 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 413 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.