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... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! - I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- When , Lucius , when ! * Awake , I say : What , Lucius ...
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius ! ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . - Lucius , I say ! - I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly.- When , Lucius , when ! * Awake , I say : What , Lucius ...
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... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . [ Knock within . Bru . " Tis good . Go to the gate ; somebody knocks . [ Exit LUCIUS . Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar , I have not slept . Between the acting of a ...
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . [ Knock within . Bru . " Tis good . Go to the gate ; somebody knocks . [ Exit LUCIUS . Since Cassius first did whet me against Cæsar , I have not slept . Between the acting of a ...
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... Enter CÆSAR , in his night - gown . Cas . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Casar ! -Who's within ? Serv . My lord ? Enter a SERVANT . Cas ...
... Enter CÆSAR , in his night - gown . Cas . Nor heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder Casar ! -Who's within ? Serv . My lord ? Enter a SERVANT . Cas ...
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... Enter ARTEMIDORUS , reading a Paper . Art . Cæsar , beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cassius ; come not near Casca ; have an eye to Cinna ; trust not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber ; Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou hast ...
... Enter ARTEMIDORUS , reading a Paper . Art . Cæsar , beware of Brutus ; take heed of Cassius ; come not near Casca ; have an eye to Cinna ; trust not Trebonius ; mark well Metellus Cimber ; Decius Brutus loves thee not ; thou hast ...
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... Enter CINNA , the Poet . Cin . I dreamt to - night , that I did feast with Cæsar , And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors , Yet something leads me forth . Enter CITIZENS . 1 Cit . What is your ...
... Enter CINNA , the Poet . Cin . I dreamt to - night , that I did feast with Cæsar , And things unluckily charge my fantasy : I have no will to wander forth of doors , Yet something leads me forth . Enter CITIZENS . 1 Cit . What is your ...
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Page 455 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 35 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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 : For I have neither wit...
Page 436 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 475 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 14 - 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 516 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 262 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 436 - SPEAK the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue ; but, if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor, do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus : but use all gently ; for, in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, WHIRLWIND of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Page 123 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Page 30 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war ; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry