The Plays, Volum 8Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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Side 202
... Casca , Trebonius , Ligarius , Decius Brutus , Metellus Cimber , Cinna , conspirators against Julius Cæsar . Flavius and Marullus , tribunes . Artemidorus , a sophist of Cnidos . A Soothsayer . Cinna , a poet . Another Poet . Lucilius ...
... Casca , Trebonius , Ligarius , Decius Brutus , Metellus Cimber , Cinna , conspirators against Julius Cæsar . Flavius and Marullus , tribunes . Artemidorus , a sophist of Cnidos . A Soothsayer . Cinna , a poet . Another Poet . Lucilius ...
Side 205
... Casca , a great crowd fol- lowing ; among them a Soothsayer . Cæs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Cæs . Cal . Here , my lord . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . [ Musick ceases . Calphurnia , - Cæs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , When he ...
... Casca , a great crowd fol- lowing ; among them a Soothsayer . Cæs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Cæs . Cal . Here , my lord . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . [ Musick ceases . Calphurnia , - Cæs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , When he ...
Side 206
... Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Cæs . Who is it in the press * , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cæsar : Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware ...
... Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Cæs . Who is it in the press * , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cæsar : Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware ...
Side 210
... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . Bru . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . Bru . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
Side 211
... Casca stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to- day , That Cæsar looks so sad . Casca . Why you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask ...
... Casca stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to- day , That Cæsar looks so sad . Casca . Why you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask ...
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Side 267 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Side 232 - 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 250 - 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 261 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Side 209 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Side 211 - 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. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Side 262 - I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Side 187 - Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth 'than others. — My mother bows; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod ; and my young boy Hath an aspe'ct of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.
Side 282 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
Side 209 - 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 : '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.