The Works of Shakespeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. Venus and Adonis. Rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. Lover's complaint. Passionate Pilgrim. Sonnets to sundry notes of music. Song. Verses among the additional poems to Chester's Love's martyr, 1601G. Routledge & sons, limited, 1891 |
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Pagina 12
... eye , That you might see your shadow . I have heard , Where many of the best respect in Rome , ( Except immortal Cęsar , ) speaking of Brutus , And groaning underneath this age's yoke , Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes . Bru ...
... eye , That you might see your shadow . I have heard , Where many of the best respect in Rome , ( Except immortal Cęsar , ) speaking of Brutus , And groaning underneath this age's yoke , Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes . Bru ...
Pagina 28
... eyes , We shall be call'd purgers , not murderers . And for Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than Cęsar's arm , When Cęsar's head is off . Cas . Yet I fear him : For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cęsar , - Bru ...
... eyes , We shall be call'd purgers , not murderers . And for Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than Cęsar's arm , When Cęsar's head is off . Cas . Yet I fear him : For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cęsar , - Bru ...
Pagina 55
... eyes of both our armies here , Which should perceive nothing but love from us , Let us not wrangle : Bid them move away ; Then in my tent , Cassius , enlarge your griefs , And I will give you audience . Cas . Pindarus , Bid our ...
... eyes of both our armies here , Which should perceive nothing but love from us , Let us not wrangle : Bid them move away ; Then in my tent , Cassius , enlarge your griefs , And I will give you audience . Cas . Pindarus , Bid our ...
Pagina 58
... eye could never see such faults . Bru . A flatterer's would not , though they do appear As huge as high Olympus . Cas ... eyes ! -- There is my dagger , And here my naked breast ; within , a heart Dearer than Plutus ' mine , richer than ...
... eye could never see such faults . Bru . A flatterer's would not , though they do appear As huge as high Olympus . Cas ... eyes ! -- There is my dagger , And here my naked breast ; within , a heart Dearer than Plutus ' mine , richer than ...
Pagina 62
... eyes awhile , And touch thy instrument a strain or two ? Luc . Ay , my lord , an it please you . Bru . It does , my boy : I trouble thee too much , but thou art willing . Luc . It is my duty , sir . Bru . I should not urge thy duty past ...
... eyes awhile , And touch thy instrument a strain or two ? Luc . Ay , my lord , an it please you . Bru . It does , my boy : I trouble thee too much , but thou art willing . Luc . It is my duty , sir . Bru . I should not urge thy duty past ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd bear beauty behold blood Boult brother Brutus Cęs Cęsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian cheeks CHIRON Cleo CLEON Cleopatra dead dear death deed Demet DIONYZA doth Egypt emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fear fortune foul friends Fulvia gentle give gods Goths grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven honour JULIUS CĘSAR king kiss Lavinia Lepidus lips live look lord love's Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS madam Marc Marcus Marina Mark Antony ne'er never night noble Octavia Pericles pity Pompey poor pray prince queen quoth Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE shalt shame sorrow speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto weep wilt words
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Pagina 427 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 398 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Pagina 50 - 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...
Pagina 100 - 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.
Pagina 48 - 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.
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 57 - 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.
Pagina 47 - 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.
Pagina 49 - 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...