Stories from Shakespeare, Band 1Educational Publishing Company, 1890 |
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... Antony , Cicero , Brutus , Casca , Cassius , Rome's great men . Such a noise ! such shouting ! such rejoicing ! but through it all is heard one voice crying , " Cæsar , Cæsar ! " " Who speaks ? " asked the great conqueror . " I - I ...
... Antony , Cicero , Brutus , Casca , Cassius , Rome's great men . Such a noise ! such shouting ! such rejoicing ! but through it all is heard one voice crying , " Cæsar , Cæsar ! " " Who speaks ? " asked the great conqueror . " I - I ...
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... Antony , of course ! " " Tell me how he did it , gentle Casca . " " I can as well be hanged , as tell the manner of it : it was mere foolery . I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; and as I told you , he put it by ...
... Antony , of course ! " " Tell me how he did it , gentle Casca . " " I can as well be hanged , as tell the manner of it : it was mere foolery . I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; and as I told you , he put it by ...
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... ! Enfranchisement ! " " People and senators , " thundered forth Brutus , fly not ! Stand still ! Ambition's debt is paid . " And now came Marc Antony , Cæsar's much - loved friend . Ant . DEATH OF CESAR . " Oh , mighty 144 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... ! Enfranchisement ! " " People and senators , " thundered forth Brutus , fly not ! Stand still ! Ambition's debt is paid . " And now came Marc Antony , Cæsar's much - loved friend . Ant . DEATH OF CESAR . " Oh , mighty 144 JULIUS CÆSAR .
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... Antony , " cried Brutus . “ Though now we must appear bloody and cruel , As , by our hands and this our present act , You see we do ; yet see you but our hands , And this the bleeding business they have done . Our hearts you see not ...
... Antony , " cried Brutus . “ Though now we must appear bloody and cruel , As , by our hands and this our present act , You see we do ; yet see you but our hands , And this the bleeding business they have done . Our hearts you see not ...
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... Antony making his peace , Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes , Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds , Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to ...
... Antony making his peace , Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes , Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ? Had I as many eyes as thou hast wounds , Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to ...
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Seite 11 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Seite 151 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Seite 132 - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things ! O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? "Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Seite 14 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Seite 21 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Seite 132 - 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.
Seite 153 - 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.
Seite 69 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Seite 67 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command...
Seite 145 - I know not, gentlemen, what you intend, Who else must be let blood, who else is rank :• If I myself, there is no hour so fit As...