The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Cæser. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Pagina 10
... Look upon Cæsar . Cæs . What say'st thou to me now ? Speak once again . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . He is a dreamer ; let us leave him ; -pass . [ Sennet . Exeunt all but BRU . and CAS . Cas . Will you go see the order of ...
... Look upon Cæsar . Cæs . What say'st thou to me now ? Speak once again . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . He is a dreamer ; let us leave him ; -pass . [ Sennet . Exeunt all but BRU . and CAS . Cas . Will you go see the order of ...
Pagina 11
... look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself . Vexed I am , Of late , with passions of some difference , Conceptions only proper to myself , Which give some soil , perhaps , to my behaviors ; But let not therefore my ...
... look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself . Vexed I am , Of late , with passions of some difference , Conceptions only proper to myself , Which give some soil , perhaps , to my behaviors ; But let not therefore my ...
Pagina 12
... look on both indifferently ; For , let the gods so speed me , as I love The name of honor more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favor . Well , honor is the subject of ...
... look on both indifferently ; For , let the gods so speed me , as I love The name of honor more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favor . Well , honor is the subject of ...
Pagina 15
... look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being ...
... look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train . Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being ...
Pagina 17
... look you i ' the face again . But those that understood him smiled at one another , and shook their heads ; but , for mine own part , it was Greek to me . I could tell you more news too : Marullus and Flavius , for pulling scarfs off 1 ...
... look you i ' the face again . But those that understood him smiled at one another , and shook their heads ; but , for mine own part , it was Greek to me . I could tell you more news too : Marullus and Flavius , for pulling scarfs off 1 ...
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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.