The Plays of William Shakespeare, 第 7 卷T. Bensley, 1804 |
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... . Set on ; and leave no ceremony out . Sooth . Cæsar . Cæs . Ha ! Who calls ? [ Musick . Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Have you not made an universal shout , That Tiber 4 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... . Set on ; and leave no ceremony out . Sooth . Cæsar . Cæs . Ha ! Who calls ? [ Musick . Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Have you not made an universal shout , That Tiber 4 JULIUS CÆSAR .
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... leave you : To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cus . I will do so : -till then , think of the world . [ Exit Brutus . Well , Brutus ...
... leave you : To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cus . I will do so : -till then , think of the world . [ Exit Brutus . Well , Brutus ...
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... leave him out . Cin . No , by no meaus . Met . O , let us have him ; for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion , And buy men's voices to commend our deeds : It shall be said , his judgment rul'd our hands ; Our youths , and ...
... leave him out . Cin . No , by no meaus . Met . O , let us have him ; for his silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion , And buy men's voices to commend our deeds : It shall be said , his judgment rul'd our hands ; Our youths , and ...
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William Shakespeare. That other men begin . Cas . Then leave him out . Casca . Indeed , he is not fit . Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd , but only Cæsar ? Cas . Decius , well urg'd : -I think , it is not meet , Mark Antony , so well ...
William Shakespeare. That other men begin . Cas . Then leave him out . Casca . Indeed , he is not fit . Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd , but only Cæsar ? Cas . Decius , well urg'd : -I think , it is not meet , Mark Antony , so well ...
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... leave you , Brutus : - And , friends , disperse yourselves : but all remember What you have said , and show yourselves true Ro- mans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look fresh and merrily ; Let not our looks put on our purposes ; But bear it ...
... leave you , Brutus : - And , friends , disperse yourselves : but all remember What you have said , and show yourselves true Ro- mans . Bru . Good gentlemen , look fresh and merrily ; Let not our looks put on our purposes ; But bear it ...
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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 emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewel father fear fortune friends give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony master mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre 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58页 - 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56页 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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.
第9页 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
第60页 - 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57页 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
第62页 - 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.
第135页 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
第34页 - 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, Enthron'd i...
第34页 - 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74页 - 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.