The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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第 24 頁
... hither . He is welcome too . They are all welcome . Cus . This , Casca ; this , Cinna ; And this , Metelius Cimber . Bru . What watchful cares do interpose themselves . Betwixt your eyes and night ? Countenance . + Walk in thy true form ...
... hither . He is welcome too . They are all welcome . Cus . This , Casca ; this , Cinna ; And this , Metelius Cimber . Bru . What watchful cares do interpose themselves . Betwixt your eyes and night ? Countenance . + Walk in thy true form ...
第 28 頁
... hither , and I'll fashion him . Cas . The morning comes upon us : We'll leave you , Brutus : - And , friends , disperse yourselves : but all remember What you have said , and show yourselves true Ro- mans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look ...
... hither , and I'll fashion him . Cas . The morning comes upon us : We'll leave you , Brutus : - And , friends , disperse yourselves : but all remember What you have said , and show yourselves true Ro- mans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look ...
第 38 頁
... hither , fellow : At mine own house , good lady . Por . What is't o'clock ? Sooth . About the ninth hour , lady . Por . Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ? Sooth . Madam , not yet ; I go to take my stand , To see him pass on to the ...
... hither , fellow : At mine own house , good lady . Por . What is't o'clock ? Sooth . About the ninth hour , lady . Por . Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ? Sooth . Madam , not yet ; I go to take my stand , To see him pass on to the ...
第 59 頁
... hither , and we will determine How to cut off some charge in legacies . Lep . What , shall I find you here ? Oct. The Capitol . Or here , or at [ Exit Lepidus . Ant . This is a slight unmeritable man , Meet to be sent on errands : Is it ...
... hither , and we will determine How to cut off some charge in legacies . Lep . What , shall I find you here ? Oct. The Capitol . Or here , or at [ Exit Lepidus . Ant . This is a slight unmeritable man , Meet to be sent on errands : Is it ...
第 79 頁
... joy . Cas . [ Shout . Come down , behold no more.- O , coward , that I am , to live so long , To see my best friend ta'en before my face ! Enter Pindarus . Come hither , sirrah : In Parthia Scene III . 79 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... joy . Cas . [ Shout . Come down , behold no more.- O , coward , that I am , to live so long , To see my best friend ta'en before my face ! Enter Pindarus . Come hither , sirrah : In Parthia Scene III . 79 JULIUS CÆSAR .
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death deed Dionyza dost doth Egypt emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony master Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep
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第 119 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 51 頁 - 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.
第 64 頁 - 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.
第 70 頁 - 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.
第 54 頁 - 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 12 頁 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
第 55 頁 - 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.
第 186 頁 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
第 63 頁 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru.
第 334 頁 - No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.