The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 pages |
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... Lavinia . TITUS ANDRONICUS , a noble Roman , General against the Goths . MARCUS ANDRONICUS , Tribune of the People ; and Brother to Titus . LUCIUS , QUINTUS , Sons to Titus Andronicus . MARTIUS , MUTIUS , Young LUCIUS , a Boy , Son to ...
... Lavinia . TITUS ANDRONICUS , a noble Roman , General against the Goths . MARCUS ANDRONICUS , Tribune of the People ; and Brother to Titus . LUCIUS , QUINTUS , Sons to Titus Andronicus . MARTIUS , MUTIUS , Young LUCIUS , a Boy , Son to ...
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William Shakespeare. And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all , Gracious Lavinia , Rome's rich ornament , That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And to my fortunes , and the people's favor , Commit my cause in balance to be ...
William Shakespeare. And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all , Gracious Lavinia , Rome's rich ornament , That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And to my fortunes , and the people's favor , Commit my cause in balance to be ...
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... LAVINIA . In peace and honor rest you here , my sons ! Lav . In peace and honor live lord Titus long ; My noble lord and father , live in fame ! Lo ! at this tomb my tributary tears . I render , for my brethren's obsequies ; And at thy ...
... LAVINIA . In peace and honor rest you here , my sons ! Lav . In peace and honor live lord Titus long ; My noble lord and father , live in fame ! Lo ! at this tomb my tributary tears . I render , for my brethren's obsequies ; And at thy ...
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... And will with deeds requite thy gentleness ; And , for an onset , Titus , to advance Thy name , and honorable family , Lavinia will I make my empress , Rome's royal mistress , mistress of my heart , And 348 [ ACT . TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... And will with deeds requite thy gentleness ; And , for an onset , Titus , to advance Thy name , and honorable family , Lavinia will I make my empress , Rome's royal mistress , mistress of my heart , And 348 [ ACT . TITUS ANDRONICUS .
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... Lavinia , you are not displeased with this ? Lav . Not I , my lord ; sith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy . Sat. Thanks , sweet Lavinia . - Romans , let us go ; Ransomless here we set our prisoners free ...
... Lavinia , you are not displeased with this ? Lav . Not I , my lord ; sith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtesy . Sat. Thanks , sweet Lavinia . - Romans , let us go ; Ransomless here we set our prisoners free ...
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio play Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
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Page 55 - 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 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 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 69 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
Page 25 - 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 : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Page 69 - Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. BRU. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Page 122 - 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, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
Page 54 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, 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.
Page 209 - 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.
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.