The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, المجلد 5D. Appleton & Company, 1872 |
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الصفحة 140
... Post of the Volscian Camp before Rome . The Guard at their stations . Enter to them MENENIUS . 1 G. Stay whence are you ? 2 G. Men . Stand , and go back . You guard like men ; ' tis well : but , by your leave , I am an officer of state ...
... Post of the Volscian Camp before Rome . The Guard at their stations . Enter to them MENENIUS . 1 G. Stay whence are you ? 2 G. Men . Stand , and go back . You guard like men ; ' tis well : but , by your leave , I am an officer of state ...
الصفحة 151
... post , And had no welcomes home ; but he returns Splitting the air with noise . 2 Con . And patient fools , Whose children he hath slain , their base throats tear With giving him glory . 3 Con . Therefore , at your vantage , Ere he ...
... post , And had no welcomes home ; but he returns Splitting the air with noise . 2 Con . And patient fools , Whose children he hath slain , their base throats tear With giving him glory . 3 Con . Therefore , at your vantage , Ere he ...
الصفحة 191
... Post back with speed , and tell him what hath chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ; Hie hence and tell him so . Yet , stay awhile ; Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse ...
... Post back with speed , and tell him what hath chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ; Hie hence and tell him so . Yet , stay awhile ; Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse ...
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... posts ? Alex . Ay , madam , twenty several messengers : Why do you send so thick ? Who's born that day Cleo . When I forget to send to Antony Shall die a beggar . - Ink and Welcome , my good Alexas . - Did I , Charmian , Ever love Cæsar ...
... posts ? Alex . Ay , madam , twenty several messengers : Why do you send so thick ? Who's born that day Cleo . When I forget to send to Antony Shall die a beggar . - Ink and Welcome , my good Alexas . - Did I , Charmian , Ever love Cæsar ...
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... posts . 4 Sold . Here we : [ The third and fourth take their posts . ] and if to - morrow Our navy thrive , I have an ... post . How now , masters ! Soldiers . [ speaking together . ] How now ! do your hear this ? 1 Sold . How now ! Ay ...
... posts . 4 Sold . Here we : [ The third and fourth take their posts . ] and if to - morrow Our navy thrive , I have an ... post . How now , masters ! Soldiers . [ speaking together . ] How now ! do your hear this ? 1 Sold . How now ! Ay ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Andronicus Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE dead death dost doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear Flav fool fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar lady Lart Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony master Menenius Mess ne'er never noble Octavia peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv shalt soldier speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribunes unto villain Volscian What's word worthy Сут
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الصفحة 243 - 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 196 - 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 194 - 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.
الصفحة 195 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
الصفحة 218 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.
الصفحة 193 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
الصفحة 158 - And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's 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.
الصفحة 195 - 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...
الصفحة 190 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of War; All pity...
الصفحة 302 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.