The Tragedy of Julius Caesar: As Originally Performed by Shakespeare's CompanyHarper & brothers, 1898 - Всего страниц: 133 |
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... Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of nen , Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . " [ From Knight's " Pictorial Shakspere . " * ] Nothing can be more interesting , we think , than to follow ...
... Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of nen , Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . " [ From Knight's " Pictorial Shakspere . " * ] Nothing can be more interesting , we think , than to follow ...
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... thou wast here above the ground , I was A morsel for a monarch " ( i . 5 ) . " Julius Cæsar , Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted " ( ii . 6 ) . " What was it That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire ? And what Made the all - honour'd ...
... thou wast here above the ground , I was A morsel for a monarch " ( i . 5 ) . " Julius Cæsar , Who at Philippi the good Brutus ghosted " ( ii . 6 ) . " What was it That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire ? And what Made the all - honour'd ...
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... thou stay ? Lucius . To know my errand , madam . Portia . I would have had thee there and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there . O constancy ! be strong upon my side : Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and ...
... thou stay ? Lucius . To know my errand , madam . Portia . I would have had thee there and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there . O constancy ! be strong upon my side : Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and ...
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... thou ? I Citizen . Why , sir , a carpenter . Marullus . Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? — You , sir ; what trade are you ? 2 Citizen . Truly , sir , in respect of a fine workman , I ...
... thou ? I Citizen . Why , sir , a carpenter . Marullus . Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? — You , sir ; what trade are you ? 2 Citizen . Truly , sir , in respect of a fine workman , I ...
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... thou knave ? thou naughty knave , what trade ? if 2 Citizen . Nay , I beseech you , sir , be not out with me ; yet you be out , sir , I can mend you . Marullus . What mean'st thou by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Citizen . Why ...
... thou knave ? thou naughty knave , what trade ? if 2 Citizen . Nay , I beseech you , sir , be not out with me ; yet you be out , sir , I can mend you . Marullus . What mean'st thou by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Citizen . Why ...
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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...