The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Side 24
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! — I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- When , Lucius , when ? Awake , I say . What , Lucius ...
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! — I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- When , Lucius , when ? Awake , I say . What , Lucius ...
Side 25
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . The taper burneth in your closet , sir . Searching the window for a flint , I found This paper , thus sealed up ; and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to bed . 1 Shakspeare usually uses remorse for pity ...
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . The taper burneth in your closet , sir . Searching the window for a flint , I found This paper , thus sealed up ; and I am sure It did not lie there when I went to bed . 1 Shakspeare usually uses remorse for pity ...
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... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir ; there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , sir ; their hats are plucked about their ...
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir ; there are more with him . Bru . Do you know them ? Luc . No , sir ; their hats are plucked about their ...
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... Enter CESAR , in his night - gown . Cæs . Nor 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 ...
... Enter CESAR , in his night - gown . Cæs . Nor 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 ...
Side 36
... Enter a Servant . Cas . Go bid the priests do present sacrifice , And bring me their opinions of success . Serv . I will , my lord . Enter CALPHURNIA . [ Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæsar ? Think you to walk forth ? You shall not stir ...
... Enter a Servant . Cas . Go bid the priests do present sacrifice , And bring me their opinions of success . Serv . I will , my lord . Enter CALPHURNIA . [ Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæsar ? Think you to walk forth ? You shall not stir ...
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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 296 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
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 93 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges* all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Side 14 - 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 209 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men 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 12 - Well, honor is the subject of my story. — I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.