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Pagina 3
... What , know you not , Being mechanical , you ought not walk , Upon a labouring day , without the sign Of your profession ? -Speak , what trade art thou ? i Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ?
... What , know you not , Being mechanical , you ought not walk , Upon a labouring day , without the sign Of your profession ? -Speak , what trade art thou ? i Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ?
Pagina 4
William Shakespeare Q D. Mar. What trade , thou knave ? thou naughty knave , what trade ? 2 Cit . Nay , I beseech you , sir , be not out with me : yet if you be out , sir , I can mend you . Mar. What meanest thou by that ? Mend me , thou ...
William Shakespeare Q D. Mar. What trade , thou knave ? thou naughty knave , what trade ? 2 Cit . Nay , I beseech you , sir , be not out with me : yet if you be out , sir , I can mend you . Mar. What meanest thou by that ? Mend me , thou ...
Pagina 11
... What you have said , I will consider ; what you have to say , I will with patience hear : and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this ; Brutus had rather be a villager ...
... What you have said , I will consider ; what you have to say , I will with patience hear : and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this ; Brutus had rather be a villager ...
Pagina 12
... 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 a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ...
... 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 a chidden train : Calphurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ...
Pagina 13
... what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train . CASCA stays behind . Casca . You pulled me by the cloak : would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanced to - day , That Cæsar looks so sad ? Casca . Why ...
... what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt CÆSAR and his Train . CASCA stays behind . Casca . You pulled me by the cloak : would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanced to - day , That Cæsar looks so sad ? Casca . Why ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Ajax answer Antony Apem Attendants bear better blood bring Brutus Cæsar Casca Cassio cause Citizens Cleo comes Cres dead dear death dost doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall Farewell fear fight follow fool fortune friends give gods gone hand hath head hear heart heaven Hector hold honest honour I'll Iago keep lady leave live look lord madam Marcius Mark matter mean meet nature never night noble once peace poor pray present Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant soldier soul speak spirit stand stay strange sweet sword tell thee Ther there's thing thou thou art thou hast thought Timon Troilus true Ulyss voice What's wife worthy
Pasaje populare
Pagina 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.
Pagina 59 - 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 35 - 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 125 - 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 9 - Well, honour 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.
Pagina 55 - 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. 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?
Pagina 244 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 109 - I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, ;/ I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Pagina 9 - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
Pagina 53 - 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.