The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes, by A. Chalmers, Volume 6 |
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... CASCA , TREBONIUS , LIGARIUS , Conspirators against Julius Cęsar . DECIUS BRUTUS , METELLUS CIMBER , CINNA , FLAVIUS and MARULLUS , Tribunes . ARTEMIDORUS , a Sophist of Cnidos . A Soothsayer . CINNA , a Poet . Another Poet . LUCILIUS ...
... CASCA , TREBONIUS , LIGARIUS , Conspirators against Julius Cęsar . DECIUS BRUTUS , METELLUS CIMBER , CINNA , FLAVIUS and MARULLUS , Tribunes . ARTEMIDORUS , a Sophist of Cnidos . A Soothsayer . CINNA , a Poet . Another Poet . LUCILIUS ...
Pagina 4
... CASCA , a great Croud following ; among them a Soothsayer . Cęs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Peace , ho ! Cęsar speaks . [ Musick ceases . 9 See , whe'r- ] whether . deck'd with ceremonies . ] Ceremonies are honorary orna- ments ; tokens of ...
... CASCA , a great Croud following ; among them a Soothsayer . Cęs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Peace , ho ! Cęsar speaks . [ Musick ceases . 9 See , whe'r- ] whether . deck'd with ceremonies . ] Ceremonies are honorary orna- ments ; tokens of ...
Pagina 4
... Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Cas . Who is it in the press , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cęsar : Speak ; Cęsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware ...
... Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Cas . Who is it in the press , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cęsar : Speak ; Cęsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware ...
Pagina 4
... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . Bru . I will do so : - But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cęsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . Bru . I will do so : - But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cęsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
Pagina 4
... CASCA stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to day , That Cęsar looks so sad ? Casca . Why you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask ...
... CASCA stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to day , That Cęsar looks so sad ? Casca . Why you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cęs Cęsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth emperor ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cęsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS 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
Populaire passages
Pagina 129 - 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 56 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable 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 ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Pagina 57 - 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 4 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Pagina 69 - For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas...
Pagina 56 - 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 59 - Caesar lov'd him. This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 318 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pagina 4 - Did I the tired Caesar: And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark...