The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters.
... by that ? Mend me , thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters.
الصفحة 8
... live - long day , with patient expectation , To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome ; And when you saw his chariot but appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tyber trembled underneath her banks , To hear the ...
... live - long day , with patient expectation , To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome ; And when you saw his chariot but appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tyber trembled underneath her banks , To hear the ...
الصفحة 12
... live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you . We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he . For once , upon a raw and gusty day , The troubled Tyber ...
... live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself . I was born free as Cæsar ; so were you . We both have fed as well ; and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he . For once , upon a raw and gusty day , The troubled Tyber ...
الصفحة 30
... live , and laugh at this hereafter . Bru . Peace ; count the clock . [ Clock strikes . 1 Envy here , as almost always by Shakspeare , is used for malice . 2 To take thought , is to grieve , to be troubled in mind . Cas . The clock hath ...
... live , and laugh at this hereafter . Bru . Peace ; count the clock . [ Clock strikes . 1 Envy here , as almost always by Shakspeare , is used for malice . 2 To take thought , is to grieve , to be troubled in mind . Cas . The clock hath ...
الصفحة 40
... lover , ARTEMIDORUS . Here will I stand , till Cæsar pass along , And as a suitor will I give him this . My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.1 If thou read this 40 [ ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
... lover , ARTEMIDORUS . Here will I stand , till Cæsar pass along , And as a suitor will I give him this . My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.1 If thou read this 40 [ ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR .
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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 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 play 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
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الصفحة 55 - 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.
الصفحة 58 - Ant. 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 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 69 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
الصفحة 25 - tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face : But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
الصفحة 69 - Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. BRU. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
الصفحة 122 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings : at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her ; and Antony, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
الصفحة 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
الصفحة 209 - 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.
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.