The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 14C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ; Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault ...
... comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ; Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault ...
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... Come on my right hand , for this ear is deaf , And tell me truly what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt CEs , and his Train . CASCA stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us ...
... Come on my right hand , for this ear is deaf , And tell me truly what thou think'st of him . [ Exeunt CEs , and his Train . CASCA stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us ...
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... Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to - morrow ? Casca . He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Farewel , Cicero . [ Exit Cic ...
... Comes Cæsar to the Capitol to - morrow ? Casca . He doth ; for he did bid Antonius Send word to you , he would be there to - morrow . Cic . Good night then , Casca ; this disturbed sky Is not to walk in . Farewel , Cicero . [ Exit Cic ...
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... comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber } Cas . No , it is Casca ; one incorporate To our attempts . Am I ...
... comes one in haste . Cas . ' Tis Cinna , I do know him by his gait ; He is a friend . - Cinna , where haste you so ? Cin . To find out you : Who's that ? Metellus Cimber } Cas . No , it is Casca ; one incorporate To our attempts . Am I ...
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... comes back and says , Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . So that the morrow was the ides of March , as he supposed . For March , May , July , and October , had six nones each , so that the fifteenth of March was the ides of that ...
... comes back and says , Sir , March is wasted fourteen days . So that the morrow was the ides of March , as he supposed . For March , May , July , and October , had six nones each , so that the fifteenth of March was the ides of that ...
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Page 7 - 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 14 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 15 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed That he is grown so great? Age, thou art sham'd!
Page 76 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
Page 330 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live, // And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take...
Page 79 - 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.
Page 161 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on...
Page 93 - All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Page 76 - 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?
Page 93 - Bru. You say, you are a better soldier : Let it appear so ; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well : For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus ; I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say, better ? Bru.