The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 7C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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Ay , Casca , tell as what hath chanc'd to - day ,. That Cæsar looks so sad . Casca .
Why , you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask Cafca what
had chanc'd . Casca . Why , there was a crown offer'd him ; and being offer'd ...
Ay , Casca , tell as what hath chanc'd to - day ,. That Cæsar looks so sad . Casca .
Why , you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask Cafca what
had chanc'd . Casca . Why , there was a crown offer'd him ; and being offer'd ...
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Casca . He fell down in the marklet - place , and foam'd at mouth , and was
speechlefs . Bru . ' Tis very like ; he hath the falling fickness . Caf . No , Cæfar
hath it not ; but you and I , And honest Casca , we have the falling - fickness .
Casca .
Casca . He fell down in the marklet - place , and foam'd at mouth , and was
speechlefs . Bru . ' Tis very like ; he hath the falling fickness . Caf . No , Cæfar
hath it not ; but you and I , And honest Casca , we have the falling - fickness .
Casca .
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Casca . A common Nave , you know him well by fight , Help up his left hand ,
which did flame and burn , - Like twenty torches join'd ; and yet his hand , Not
fenfible of fire , remain'd unscorch'd . Besides , ( I ha ' not since put up my sword )
...
Casca . A common Nave , you know him well by fight , Help up his left hand ,
which did flame and burn , - Like twenty torches join'd ; and yet his hand , Not
fenfible of fire , remain'd unscorch'd . Besides , ( I ha ' not since put up my sword )
...
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Casca , by your voice . Casca . Your ear is good . Calius , what night is this ! Cas .
A very pleasing night to honeft men . Casca . Who ever knew the heavens
menace fo ? Caf . Those , that have known the earth so full of faults , For my part ,
I ...
Casca , by your voice . Casca . Your ear is good . Calius , what night is this ! Cas .
A very pleasing night to honeft men . Casca . Who ever knew the heavens
menace fo ? Caf . Those , that have known the earth so full of faults , For my part ,
I ...
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Casca . You speak to Casca , and to such a man , That is no flearing tell - tale .
Hold my hand : ( 5 ) Be factious for redress of all these griefs , And I will set this
foot of mine as far , As who goes farthest . Caf . There's a bargain made . Now
know ...
Casca . You speak to Casca , and to such a man , That is no flearing tell - tale .
Hold my hand : ( 5 ) Be factious for redress of all these griefs , And I will set this
foot of mine as far , As who goes farthest . Caf . There's a bargain made . Now
know ...
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