The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volume 7 |
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... masters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus , and Cæsar : What should be in that Cæsar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them ...
... masters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in our stars , But in ourselves , that we are underlings . Brutus , and Cæsar : What should be in that Cæsar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them ...
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... masters do , Stir up their servants to an act of rage , And after seem to chide them . This shall make Our purpose necessary , and not envious : Which so appearing to the common eyes , We shall be call'd purgers , not murderers . And ...
... masters do , Stir up their servants to an act of rage , And after seem to chide them . This shall make Our purpose necessary , and not envious : Which so appearing to the common eyes , We shall be call'd purgers , not murderers . And ...
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... we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome . Enter a Servant . Bru . Soft , who comes here ? A friend of Antony's . In Cæsar's blood . Serv . Thus , Brutus , did my master bid Scene I. 43 JULIUS CAESAR .
... we will grace his heels With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome . Enter a Servant . Bru . Soft , who comes here ? A friend of Antony's . In Cæsar's blood . Serv . Thus , Brutus , did my master bid Scene I. 43 JULIUS CAESAR .
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... master Antony . Bru . Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; I never thought him worse . Tell him , so please him come unto this place , He shall be satisfied ; and , by my honour , Depart untouch'd . Serv . I'll fetch him presently ...
... master Antony . Bru . Thy master is a wise and valiant Roman ; I never thought him worse . Tell him , so please him come unto this place , He shall be satisfied ; and , by my honour , Depart untouch'd . Serv . I'll fetch him presently ...
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... master spirits of this age . Bru . O Antony ! beg not your death of us . 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 ...
... master spirits of this age . Bru . O Antony ! beg not your death of us . 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 ...
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Page 23 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 12 - ... Would he were fatter ! But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid 200 So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men ; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater...
Page 50 - 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.
Page 51 - 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.
Page 4 - 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 live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 22 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Page 63 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Page 187 - Eros ! — I come, my queen. — Eros! — Stay for me : Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ./Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.
Page 119 - ... 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. For her own person, It...
Page 186 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.