The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 sider |
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Side 38
... come to fetch you to the senate - house . Cæs . And you are come in very happy time , To bear my greeting to the senators , And tell them that I will not come to - day . Cannot is false ; and that I dare not , falser . I will not come ...
... come to fetch you to the senate - house . Cæs . And you are come in very happy time , To bear my greeting to the senators , And tell them that I will not come to - day . Cannot is false ; and that I dare not , falser . I will not come ...
Side 42
... comes along . 1 [ Exrt . Por . I must go in . - Ah me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! The ... come to me again , And bring me word what he doth say to thee . [ Exeunt . unnecessary and improper . All that he is made ...
... comes along . 1 [ Exrt . Por . I must go in . - Ah me ! how weak a thing The heart of woman is ! O Brutus ! The ... come to me again , And bring me word what he doth say to thee . [ Exeunt . unnecessary and improper . All that he is made ...
Side 47
... and best hearts of Rome . Enter a Servant . Bru . Soft , who comes here ? A friend of Antony's . Serv . Thus , Brutus , did my master bid me kneel ; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down : And SC . I. ] 47 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... and best hearts of Rome . Enter a Servant . Bru . Soft , who comes here ? A friend of Antony's . Serv . Thus , Brutus , did my master bid me kneel ; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down : And SC . I. ] 47 JULIUS CÆSAR .
Side 48
... come to him , and be resolved How Cæsar hath deserved to lie in death , Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead So well as ... comes Antony . - Welcome , Mark Antony . Ant . O mighty Cæsar ! dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests ...
... come to him , and be resolved How Cæsar hath deserved to lie in death , Mark Antony shall not love Cæsar dead So well as ... comes Antony . - Welcome , Mark Antony . Ant . O mighty Cæsar ! dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests ...
Side 54
... comes his body , mourned by Mark Antony ; who , though he had no hand in his death , shall receive the benefit of his dying , a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that , as I slew my best lover1 ...
... comes his body , mourned by Mark Antony ; who , though he had no hand in his death , shall receive the benefit of his dying , a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that , as I slew my best lover1 ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony ... William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1818 |
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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.