The Plays of William Shakespeare, Том 7T. Bensley, 1804 |
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... hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius : for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection , by some other things . Cas . ' Tis just : And it is very ...
... hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius : for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection , by some other things . Cas . ' Tis just : And it is very ...
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... 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 Casca what hath chanc'd . Casca . Why , there was a crown offer'd him JULIUS CÆSAR . 11.
... 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 Casca what hath chanc'd . Casca . Why , there was a crown offer'd him JULIUS CÆSAR . 11.
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... hath the falling - sickness . Cas . No , Cæsar hath it not ; but you , and I , And honest Casca , we have the falling - sickness . Casca . I know not what you mean by that ; but , I am sure , Cæsar fell down . If the tag - rag people ...
... hath the falling - sickness . Cas . No , Cæsar hath it not ; but you , and I , And honest Casca , we have the falling - sickness . Casca . I know not what you mean by that ; but , I am sure , Cæsar fell down . If the tag - rag people ...
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... hath stricken three . Treb . ' Tis time to part . Cas . But it is doubtful yet , Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to - day , or no : For he is superstitious grown of late ; Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy , of dreams ...
... hath stricken three . Treb . ' Tis time to part . Cas . But it is doubtful yet , Whe'r Cæsar will come forth to - day , or no : For he is superstitious grown of late ; Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy , of dreams ...
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... hath his hour with every man . It will not let you eat , nor talk , nor sleep ; And , could it work so much upon your shape , As it hath much prevail'd on your condition , I should not know you , Brutus . Dear my lord , Make me ...
... hath his hour with every man . It will not let you eat , nor talk , nor sleep ; And , could it work so much upon your shape , As it hath much prevail'd on your condition , I should not know you , Brutus . Dear my lord , Make me ...
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Стр. 58 - 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.
Стр. 56 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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.
Стр. 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
Стр. 60 - 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. 57 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Стр. 62 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd 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 ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Стр. 135 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Стр. 34 - 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, Enthron'd i...
Стр. 34 - 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.
Стр. 74 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.