The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 6Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... Cæs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . Cæs . Cal . Here , my lord . Music ceases . Calphurnia , ― 1 Whether . 2 Honorary ornaments . 3 These trophies were scarfs . 4 This person was not Decius , but Decimus Brutus ...
... Cæs . Calphurnia , — Casca . Peace , ho ! Cæsar speaks . Cæs . Cal . Here , my lord . Music ceases . Calphurnia , ― 1 Whether . 2 Honorary ornaments . 3 These trophies were scarfs . 4 This person was not Decius , but Decimus Brutus ...
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... Cæs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , ' When he doth run his course . - Antonius ! Ant . Cæsar , my lord ! Cæs . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calphurnia ; for our elders say , The barren , touched in this holy ...
... Cæs . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , ' When he doth run his course . - Antonius ! Ant . Cæsar , my lord ! Cæs . Forget not , in your speed , Antonius , To touch Calphurnia ; for our elders say , The barren , touched in this holy ...
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... Cæs . Antonius , - Ant . Cæsar . Cæs . Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek - headed men , and such as sleep o'nights . Yond ' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous . Ant . Fear him ...
... Cæs . Antonius , - Ant . Cæsar . Cæs . Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek - headed men , and such as sleep o'nights . Yond ' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much ; such men are dangerous . Ant . Fear him ...
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... Cæs . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night ; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Cæsar ! -Who's within ? 1 Here , and in all other places , Shakspeare uses exorcist for one who ...
... Cæs . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night ; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Cæsar ! -Who's within ? 1 Here , and in all other places , Shakspeare uses exorcist for one who ...
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... Cæs . Go bid the priests do present sacrifice , And bring me their opinions of success . Serv . I will , my lord . Enter CALPHURNIA . [ Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæsar ? Think you to walk forth ? You shall not stir out of your house ...
... Cæs . Go bid the priests do present sacrifice , And bring me their opinions of success . Serv . I will , my lord . Enter CALPHURNIA . [ Exit . Cal . What mean you , Cæsar ? Think you to walk forth ? You shall not stir out of your house ...
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Page 60 - 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 14 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 57 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, '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.
Page 56 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable 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 ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Page 57 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Page 36 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 209 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men 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.