The Plays of William Shakespeare, Band 7T. Bensley, 1804 |
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... and wildness , shall no whit appear , But all be buried in his gravity . Bru . O , name him not ; let us not break with him ; For he will never follow any thing . That other men begin . Cas . Then leave him JULIUS CÆSAR . 27.
... and wildness , shall no whit appear , But all be buried in his gravity . Bru . O , name him not ; let us not break with him ; For he will never follow any thing . That other men begin . Cas . Then leave him JULIUS CÆSAR . 27.
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... follow you , To do I know not what : but it sufficeth , That Brutus leads me on . Bru . Follow me then . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . THE SAME . A ROOM IN CÆSAR'S PALACE . Thunder and lightning . Enter Cæsar , in his Night- gown . Cæs . Nor ...
... follow you , To do I know not what : but it sufficeth , That Brutus leads me on . Bru . Follow me then . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . THE SAME . A ROOM IN CÆSAR'S PALACE . Thunder and lightning . Enter Cæsar , in his Night- gown . Cæs . Nor ...
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... follows Cæsar at the heels , Of senators , of prætors , common suitors , Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : I'll get me to a place more void , and there Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along . [ Exit . Por . I must go in . - Ah ...
... follows Cæsar at the heels , Of senators , of prætors , common suitors , Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : I'll get me to a place more void , and there Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along . [ Exit . Por . I must go in . - Ah ...
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... follow The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus , Thorough the hazards of this untrod state , With all true faith . So says my master Antony . Bru . Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; I never thought him worse . Tell him , so ...
... follow The fortunes and affairs of noble Brutus , Thorough the hazards of this untrod state , With all true faith . So says my master Antony . Bru . Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; I never thought him worse . Tell him , so ...
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... so ; Bru . Prepare the body then , and follow us . [ Exeunt all but Antony . Ant . O , pardon me , thou bleeding piece of earth , That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man , That JULIUS CÆSAR .
... so ; Bru . Prepare the body then , and follow us . [ Exeunt all but Antony . Ant . O , pardon me , thou bleeding piece of earth , That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man , That JULIUS CÆSAR .
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Seite 58 - 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.
Seite 56 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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.
Seite 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
Seite 60 - 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.
Seite 57 - 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 ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Seite 62 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
Seite 135 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Seite 34 - 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, Enthron'd i...
Seite 34 - 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.
Seite 74 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.