The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 sider |
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... heaven ; Or else the world , too saucy with the gods , Incenses them to send destruction . Cic . Good even , Casca . Brought you Cæsar home ? 1 Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? Casca . Are not you moved , when all the ...
... heaven ; Or else the world , too saucy with the gods , Incenses them to send destruction . Cic . Good even , Casca . Brought you Cæsar home ? 1 Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? Casca . Are not you moved , when all the ...
Side 20
... heavens menace so ? Cas . Those that have known the earth so full of faults . For my part , I have walked about the streets , Submitting me unto the perilous night ; And , thus unbraced , Casca , as you see , Have bared my bosom to the ...
... heavens menace so ? Cas . Those that have known the earth so full of faults . For my part , I have walked about the streets , Submitting me unto the perilous night ; And , thus unbraced , Casca , as you see , Have bared my bosom to the ...
Side 21
... heaven , I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it . Casca . But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble , When the most mighty gods , by tokens , send Such dreadful ...
... heaven , I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it . Casca . But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble , When the most mighty gods , by tokens , send Such dreadful ...
Side 35
... heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night ; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Cæsar ! -Who's within ? 1 Here , and in all other places , Shakspeare uses exorcist for one who ' raises ...
... heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night ; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Cæsar ! -Who's within ? 1 Here , and in all other places , Shakspeare uses exorcist for one who ' raises ...
Side 36
... heavens themselves blaze forth the death of KENTZEN Kapla vagabondgens quality to a sta princes.3 1 Never paid a regard to prodigies or omens . 2 To hurtle is to clash , or move with violence and noise . 3 Henry Howard , earl of ...
... heavens themselves blaze forth the death of KENTZEN Kapla vagabondgens quality to a sta princes.3 1 Never paid a regard to prodigies or omens . 2 To hurtle is to clash , or move with violence and noise . 3 Henry Howard , earl of ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony ... William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1818 |
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA appears arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar called Casca Cassius cause Cleo comes CYMBELINE daughter dead death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face father fear follow fortune friends give gods gone hand hath head hear heart heaven honor I'll Iach Italy JULIUS CÆSAR keep king lady leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus Mark master means nature never night noble old copy once peace PERICLES play poor Post pray present PRINCE queen reads Roman Rome SCENE serve Shakspeare sons speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou hast thought TITUS ANDRONICUS true turn TYRE unto
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Side 55 - 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 58 - Ant. 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 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 69 - 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 25 - 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 : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Side 69 - Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. BRU. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Side 122 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings : at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her ; and Antony, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
Side 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Side 209 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
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.