Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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الصفحة 5
... Casca . No. Cinna . O pardon , sir , it doth ; and yon gray lines , That fret the clouds , are messengers of day . Casca . You shall confess , that you are both deceived Here , as I point my sword , the sun arises ; Which is a great way ...
... Casca . No. Cinna . O pardon , sir , it doth ; and yon gray lines , That fret the clouds , are messengers of day . Casca . You shall confess , that you are both deceived Here , as I point my sword , the sun arises ; Which is a great way ...
الصفحة 6
... CASCA , TREBONIUS , LIGARIUS , Conspirators against Julius Cæsar . 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 Cæsar . DECIUS BRUTUS , METELLUS CIMBER , CINNA , FLAVIUS and MARULLUS , Tribunes . ARTEMIDORUS , a Sophist of Cnidos . A Soothsayer . CINNA , a Poet . Another Poet . LUCILIUS ...
الصفحة 9
... CASCA , a great crowd follow- ing , among them a Soothsayer . Cæs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . Cæs . [ Music ceases . Calphurnia , - Cal . Here , my 1 Whether . 2 Honorary ornaments . lord . 3 These trophies were ...
... CASCA , a great crowd follow- ing , among them a Soothsayer . Cæs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . Cæs . [ Music ceases . Calphurnia , - Cal . Here , my 1 Whether . 2 Honorary ornaments . lord . 3 These trophies were ...
الصفحة 10
... Casca . Bid every noise be still . - Peace yet again . [ Music ceases . Cæs . Who is it in the press that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry , Cæsar . Speak ; Cæsar is turned to hear . Sooth . Beware the ...
... Casca . Bid every noise be still . - Peace yet again . [ Music ceases . Cæs . Who is it in the press that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry , Cæsar . Speak ; Cæsar is turned to hear . Sooth . Beware the ...
الصفحة 15
... 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 Cæsar'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 Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 54 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
الصفحة 67 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
الصفحة 57 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
الصفحة 45 - Tis furnished well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion; and, that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this ; That I was constant, Cimber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so.
الصفحة 13 - Tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color 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 ; As a sick girl.