The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Pagina 8
... blood ? Be gone ; Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of ...
... blood ? Be gone ; Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of ...
Pagina 29
... blood , That every Roman bears , and nobly bears , Is guilty of a several bastardy , If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath passed from him . Cas . But what of Cicero ? Shall we sound him ? I think he will stand ...
... blood , That every Roman bears , and nobly bears , Is guilty of a several bastardy , If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath passed from him . Cas . But what of Cicero ? Shall we sound him ? I think he will stand ...
Pagina 30
... blood . O that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit , And not dismember Cæsar ! But , alas , Cæsar must bleed for it ! And , gentle friends , Let's kill him boldly , but not wrathfully ; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods , Not ...
... blood . O that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit , And not dismember Cæsar ! But , alas , Cæsar must bleed for it ! And , gentle friends , Let's kill him boldly , but not wrathfully ; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods , Not ...
Pagina 36
... blood upon the Capitol ; The noise of battle hurtled in the air ; Horses did neigh , and dying men did groan ; And ghosts did shriek , and squeal about the streets . O Cæsar ! these things are beyond all use ; And I do fear them . Cæs ...
... blood upon the Capitol ; The noise of battle hurtled in the air ; Horses did neigh , and dying men did groan ; And ghosts did shriek , and squeal about the streets . O Cæsar ! these things are beyond all use ; And I do fear them . Cæs ...
Pagina 38
... blood in many pipes , In which so many smiling Romans bathed , Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood ; and that great men shall press 1 " The old copy reads statue ; but it has been shown by Mr. Reed , beyond ...
... blood in many pipes , In which so many smiling Romans bathed , Signifies that from you great Rome shall suck Reviving blood ; and that great men shall press 1 " The old copy reads statue ; but it has been shown by Mr. Reed , beyond ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1839 |
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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
Populaire passages
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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.