Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Side 8
... , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; 1 Draw them to Tyber banks , and weep your tears 1 Condition , rank . Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss 8 [ ACT I. JULIUS CÆSAR .
... , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; 1 Draw them to Tyber banks , and weep your tears 1 Condition , rank . Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss 8 [ ACT I. JULIUS CÆSAR .
Side 11
... poor Brutus , with himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Čas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your pas- sion , 1 By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations ...
... poor Brutus , with himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Čas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your pas- sion , 1 By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations ...
Side 22
... Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He were no lion , were not Romans hinds . Those that with haste will make a mighty fire , Begin it with weak straws . What trash is Rome , What ...
... Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He were no lion , were not Romans hinds . Those that with haste will make a mighty fire , Begin it with weak straws . What trash is Rome , What ...
Side 56
... poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept . Ambition should be made of sterner stuff ; Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man . You all did see , that on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown , Which he ...
... poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept . Ambition should be made of sterner stuff ; Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man . You all did see , that on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown , Which he ...
Side 57
... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . 3 Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome , than Antony . 4 Cit . Now mark him ; he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday , the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world ...
... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . 3 Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome , than Antony . 4 Cit . Now mark him ; he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday , the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world ...
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death deed DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
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Side 60 - 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...
Side 60 - 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 public leave to speak of him.
Side 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Side 37 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Side 121 - 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.
Side 54 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Side 67 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
Side 57 - 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!
Side 45 - Tis furnished well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion; and, that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this ; That I was constant, Cimber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so.
Side 13 - Tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color 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 ; As a sick girl.