The Tragedy of Julius Caesar: As Originally Performed by Shakespeare's CompanyHarper & brothers, 1898 - Всего страниц: 133 |
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... . † Something is evidently wrong here ; but even Mr. Collier's annotator gives us no help . This passage , however , is found only in the quartos , and is omitted in all the folios . 22 th ' Capitol ; Brutus kill'd me . ' INTRODUCTION . 27.
... . † Something is evidently wrong here ; but even Mr. Collier's annotator gives us no help . This passage , however , is found only in the quartos , and is omitted in all the folios . 22 th ' Capitol ; Brutus kill'd me . ' INTRODUCTION . 27.
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... wrong , nor without cause Will he be satisfied . Metellus . Is there no voice more worthy than my own , To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear For the repealing of my banish'd brother ? Brutus . I kiss thy hand , but not in flattery ...
... wrong , nor without cause Will he be satisfied . Metellus . Is there no voice more worthy than my own , To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear For the repealing of my banish'd brother ? Brutus . I kiss thy hand , but not in flattery ...
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... wrong of Rome— As fire drives out fire , so pity pity— Hath done this deed on Cæsar . For your part , To you our swords have leaden points , Mark Antony ; Our arms in strength of malice , and our hearts Of brothers ' temper , do receive ...
... wrong of Rome— As fire drives out fire , so pity pity— Hath done this deed on Cæsar . For your part , To you our swords have leaden points , Mark Antony ; Our arms in strength of malice , and our hearts Of brothers ' temper , do receive ...
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... Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies . It shall advantage more than do us wrong . Cassius . I know not what may fall ; I like it not . F 220 230 240 Brutus . Mark Antony , here , take you Cæsar's ACT III . SCENE I 81.
... Have all true rites and lawful ceremonies . It shall advantage more than do us wrong . Cassius . I know not what may fall ; I like it not . F 220 230 240 Brutus . Mark Antony , here , take you Cæsar's ACT III . SCENE I 81.
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... wrong and Cassius wrong , 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 . But here's a parchment , with the seal ...
... wrong and Cassius wrong , 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 . But here's a parchment , with the seal ...
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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...