The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles |
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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 . Flav .
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 . Flav .
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We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar ; And in the spirit of men there is no blood : O , that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit , And not dismember Cæsar ! But , alas , Cæsar must bleed for it !
We all stand up against the spirit of Cæsar ; And in the spirit of men there is no blood : O , that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit , And not dismember Cæsar ! But , alas , Cæsar must bleed for it !
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A lioness hath whelped in the streets ; And graves have yawn'd , and yielded up their dead ; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds , · In ranks , and squadrons , and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : The ...
A lioness hath whelped in the streets ; And graves have yawn'd , and yielded up their dead ; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds , · In ranks , and squadrons , and right form of war , Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol : The ...
Side 34
Calphurnia here , my wife , stays me at home : She dreamt to - night she saw my statua , Which like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood ; and many lusty Romans Came 34 Act 11 . JULIUS CAESAR .
Calphurnia here , my wife , stays me at home : She dreamt to - night she saw my statua , Which like a fountain , with a hundred spouts , Did run pure blood ; and many lusty Romans Came 34 Act 11 . JULIUS CAESAR .
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Did run pure blood ; and many lusty Romans Came smiling , and did bathe their hands in it . And these does she apply for warnings , portents , And evils imminent ; and on her knee Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to - day . Dec.
Did run pure blood ; and many lusty Romans Came smiling , and did bathe their hands in it . And these does she apply for warnings , portents , And evils imminent ; and on her knee Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to - day . Dec.
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Antony arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius cause Char Cleo Cleopatra comes daughter dead dear death deed doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fall father fear follow fortune friends give gods gone hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Iach Italy keep king lady leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus Mark master mean nature never night noble o'the peace Pericles poor Post pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE Sold sons speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought Titus tongue true unto worthy
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Side 119 - 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 51 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Side 64 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Side 70 - 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 54 - 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 12 - 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 55 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Side 186 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Side 63 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru.
Side 334 - No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; Pericles Volum 7 av The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Forfatter | William Shakespeare |
| Utgiver | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original fra | Harvard University |
| Digitalisert | 25. feb 2008 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |