The Tragedy of Julius Caesar: As Originally Performed by Shakespeare's CompanyHarper & brothers, 1898 - Всего страниц: 133 |
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... better cut out for a conspirator . His heart prompted his head . His watch- ful jealousy made him fear the worst that might happen , and his irritability of temper added to his inveteracy of purpose , and sharpened his patriotism . The ...
... better cut out for a conspirator . His heart prompted his head . His watch- ful jealousy made him fear the worst that might happen , and his irritability of temper added to his inveteracy of purpose , and sharpened his patriotism . The ...
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... better than all the fustian in the world . The truth of history in Julius Cæsar is very ably worked up with dramatic effect . The councils of generals , the doubt- ful turns of battles , are represented to the life . The death of Brutus ...
... better than all the fustian in the world . The truth of history in Julius Cæsar is very ably worked up with dramatic effect . The councils of generals , the doubt- ful turns of battles , are represented to the life . The death of Brutus ...
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... better to die once than always to be afraid of death . " . . . The tone of his last speech is indeed boastful : " I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank , B * Unshak'd of motion ; and that I am he Let INTRODUCTION . 17.
... better to die once than always to be afraid of death . " . . . The tone of his last speech is indeed boastful : " I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank , B * Unshak'd of motion ; and that I am he Let INTRODUCTION . 17.
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... better . - Portia is dead . Cassius . Ha ! -Portia ? Brutus . She is dead . Cassius . How ' scap'd I killing , when I cross'd you so ? — O insupportable and touching loss ! - Upon what sickness ? Brutus . Impatient of my absence , And ...
... better . - Portia is dead . Cassius . Ha ! -Portia ? Brutus . She is dead . Cassius . How ' scap'd I killing , when I cross'd you so ? — O insupportable and touching loss ! - Upon what sickness ? Brutus . Impatient of my absence , And ...
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... noble enterprise , However he puts on this tardy form . This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit , Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite . 290 Brutus . And so it is . For this time 48 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... noble enterprise , However he puts on this tardy form . This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit , Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite . 290 Brutus . And so it is . For this time 48 JULIUS CÆSAR .
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Стр. 44 - 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. 84 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have 1 offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Стр. 43 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Стр. 90 - 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...
Стр. 90 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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 publick leave to speak of him.
Стр. 82 - Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy— Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue— A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Стр. 87 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Стр. 38 - 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. 88 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
Стр. 76 - But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; But there's but one in all doth hold his place...