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... hath buried 35. bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over , keep ( like a restive horse ) too severely and unkindly in check . 30 40 40. passions of some difference , conflicting emotions . 42. soil , blemish . Thoughts of great ...
... hath buried 35. bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over , keep ( like a restive horse ) too severely and unkindly in check . 30 40 40. passions of some difference , conflicting emotions . 42. soil , blemish . Thoughts of great ...
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... hath proceeded worthy note to - day . Re - enter CESAR and his Train . Bru . I will do so . But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calpurnia's cheek is pale ...
... hath proceeded worthy note to - day . Re - enter CESAR and his Train . Bru . I will do so . But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calpurnia's cheek is pale ...
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... hath chanced to - day , That Cæsar looks so sad . Casca . Why , you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask Casca what had chanced . 200 210 Casca . Why , there was a crown offered him : 220 and being offered him , he ...
... hath chanced to - day , That Cæsar looks so sad . Casca . Why , you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask Casca what had chanced . 200 210 Casca . Why , there was a crown offered him : 220 and being offered him , he ...
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... hath the falling sickness . Cas . No , Cæsar hath it not ; but you and I And honest Casca , we have the falling sickness . Casca . I know not what you mean by that ; but , I am sure , Cæsar fell down . 250 If the tag - rag 260 people ...
... hath the falling sickness . Cas . No , Cæsar hath it not ; but you and I And honest Casca , we have the falling sickness . Casca . I know not what you mean by that ; but , I am sure , Cæsar fell down . 250 If the tag - rag 260 people ...
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... hath infused them with these spirits , To make them instruments of fear and warning Unto some monstrous state . Now could I , Casca , name to thee a man 48. unbraced , with doublet Elizabethan dress is open . assumed throughout . Cf. i ...
... hath infused them with these spirits , To make them instruments of fear and warning Unto some monstrous state . Now could I , Casca , name to thee a man 48. unbraced , with doublet Elizabethan dress is open . assumed throughout . Cf. i ...
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Page 279 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 96 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 215 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 77 - 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 26 - 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 'em, " Brutus " will start a spirit as soon as
Page 74 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 79 - 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.
Page 204 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 75 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Page 78 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, 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.