The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., 第 6 卷Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; 1 Draw them to Tyber banks , and weep your tears 1 Condition ...
... gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; 1 Draw them to Tyber banks , and weep your tears 1 Condition ...
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... gods so speed me , as I love The name of honor more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favor . Well , honor is the subject of my story.- I cannot tell what you and ...
... gods so speed me , as I love The name of honor more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favor . Well , honor is the subject of my story.- I cannot tell what you and ...
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... god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature , and must bend his body , If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him . He had a fever ... gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a feeble temper3 should So get the start of the majestic world , And bear ...
... god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature , and must bend his body , If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him . He had a fever ... gods , it doth amaze me , A man of such a feeble temper3 should So get the start of the majestic world , And bear ...
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... gods at once , Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed , That he is grown so great ? Age , thou art shamed ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with ...
... gods at once , Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed , That he is grown so great ? Age , thou art shamed ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with ...
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... gods , Incenses them to send destruction . 3 Cic . Why , saw you any thing more wonderful ? Casca . A common slave ( you know him well by sight ) Held up his left hand , which did flame and burn Like twenty torches joined ; and yet his ...
... gods , Incenses them to send destruction . 3 Cic . Why , saw you any thing more wonderful ? Casca . A common slave ( you know him well by sight ) Held up his left hand , which did flame and burn Like twenty torches joined ; and yet his ...
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第 60 頁 - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
第 60 頁 - 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.
第 58 頁 - 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...
第 14 頁 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
第 57 頁 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
第 56 頁 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. 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 ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
第 57 頁 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
第 36 頁 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
第 121 頁 - 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.
第 209 頁 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men 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.