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Side 7
And do you now strew flowers in his way , That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ; 6 Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav .
And do you now strew flowers in his way , That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ; 6 Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav .
Side 17
Such men as he be never at heart's ease , Whiles they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous . I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd , Than what I fear ; for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand ...
Such men as he be never at heart's ease , Whiles they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous . I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd , Than what I fear ; for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand ...
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To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cas . I will do so : -till then , think of the world . [ Exit Brr . Well , Brutus , thou art noble ...
To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cas . I will do so : -till then , think of the world . [ Exit Brr . Well , Brutus , thou art noble ...
Side 22
Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to - morrow ? Casca . He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca : this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Casca . Farewel , Cicero .
Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to - morrow ? Casca . He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca : this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Casca . Farewel , Cicero .
Side 26
Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas .
Stand close awhile , for here comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber ? Cas .
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Side 14 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about 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...
Side 7 - O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Side 77 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Side 78 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Side 77 - 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.
Side 70 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; 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...
Side 17 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Side 29 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Side 161 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Side 94 - Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world : Hated by one he loves ; braved by his brother...
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volum 14 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Forfatter | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktør | Isaac Reed |
| Utgiver | C. and A. Conrad, 1809 |
| Original fra | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisert | 28. des 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |