Works, Volumul 7Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Pagina 8
... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then muft I think you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well . But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it that you would impart to me ? If it be aught ...
... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then muft I think you would not have it fo . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well . But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it that you would impart to me ? If it be aught ...
Pagina 10
... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have fome aim How I have thought of this , and of these times , I fhall recount hereafter : for this prefent , I would not ( fo with love I might ...
... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have fome aim How I have thought of this , and of these times , I fhall recount hereafter : for this prefent , I would not ( fo with love I might ...
Pagina 16
... King : And he shall wear his crown by sea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . • af . I know where I will wear this dagger then . • Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius . Therein , ye gods , you make the weak most ...
... King : And he shall wear his crown by sea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . • af . I know where I will wear this dagger then . • Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius . Therein , ye gods , you make the weak most ...
Pagina 20
... King . Speak , frike , redrefs . Am I intreated then To fpeak , and ftrike ! O Rome ! I make thee promife , If the redrefs will follow , thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , March is wafted ...
... King . Speak , frike , redrefs . Am I intreated then To fpeak , and ftrike ! O Rome ! I make thee promife , If the redrefs will follow , thou receiv'st Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Enter Lucius . Luc . Sir , March is wafted ...
Pagina 76
... kings in a forenoon , and widow them all ; let me have a child at fifty , to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage ! find me , to marry me with , Octavius Cæfar , and companion me with my miftrefs . Sooth . You fhall outlive the lady whom ...
... kings in a forenoon , and widow them all ; let me have a child at fifty , to whom Herod of Jewry may do homage ! find me , to marry me with , Octavius Cæfar , and companion me with my miftrefs . Sooth . You fhall outlive the lady whom ...
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Achilles Ægypt Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen itſelf Lady Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thoſe thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyffes What's whofe yourſelf
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Pagina 19 - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Pagina 46 - 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.
Pagina 47 - 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. 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...
Pagina 46 - 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...
Pagina 55 - Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not: he was but a fool that brought My answer back.
Pagina 42 - CAESAR'S body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not?
Pagina 47 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Pagina 45 - 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.
Pagina 279 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Pagina 153 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.