The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 10 卷Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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第 41 頁
... . Senseless ? not so . Enter a Messenger . Mess . So like you , sir , ambassadors from Rome ; The one is Caius Lucius . Cym . A worthy fellow , Albeit he comes on angry purpose now ; But that's SCENE III . 41 CYMBELINE .
... . Senseless ? not so . Enter a Messenger . Mess . So like you , sir , ambassadors from Rome ; The one is Caius Lucius . Cym . A worthy fellow , Albeit he comes on angry purpose now ; But that's SCENE III . 41 CYMBELINE .
第 42 頁
... Mess . Clo . If she be up , I'll speak with her ; if not , Let her lie still , and dream . - By your leave ho ! — I know her women are about her ; What [ Knocks . If I do line one of their hands ? " Tis gold Which buys admittance ; oft ...
... Mess . Clo . If she be up , I'll speak with her ; if not , Let her lie still , and dream . - By your leave ho ! — I know her women are about her ; What [ Knocks . If I do line one of their hands ? " Tis gold Which buys admittance ; oft ...
第 117 頁
... Mess . Knock off his manacles ; bring your prisoner to the king . Post . Thou bringest good news ; -I am called to be made free . Gaol . I'll be hanged then . Post . Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler ; no bolts for the dead ...
... Mess . Knock off his manacles ; bring your prisoner to the king . Post . Thou bringest good news ; -I am called to be made free . Gaol . I'll be hanged then . Post . Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler ; no bolts for the dead ...
第 222 頁
... Mess . Prepare you , generals : The enemy comes on in gallant show ; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out , And something to be done immediately . Ant . Octavius , lead your battle softly on , Upon the left hand of the even field ...
... Mess . Prepare you , generals : The enemy comes on in gallant show ; Their bloody sign of battle is hung out , And something to be done immediately . Ant . Octavius , lead your battle softly on , Upon the left hand of the even field ...
第 247 頁
... Mess . Fulvia thy wife first came into the field . Ant . Against my brother Lucius ? Mess . Ay ; But soon that war had end , and the time's state Made friends of them , jointing their force ' gainst Cæ- sar ; Whose better issue in the ...
... Mess . Fulvia thy wife first came into the field . Ant . Against my brother Lucius ? Mess . Ay ; But soon that war had end , and the time's state Made friends of them , jointing their force ' gainst Cæ- sar ; Whose better issue in the ...
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1st Cit 1st Sold 2d Cit 2d Sold 4th Cit AGRIPPA ALEXAS BELARIUS blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cinna Cleo Cleopatra Clitus Cloten CYMBELINE dead death doth Egypt ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king lady Leonatus Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam Mark Antony master Mess Messala mistress never night noble o'the Octavia on't Parthia peace Pisanio Pompey Post POSTHUMUS pr'ythee pray PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE soldier Sooth speak stand sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Trebonius villain What's word
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第 193 頁 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
第 193 頁 - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
第 194 頁 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
第 196 頁 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
第 145 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
第 194 頁 - 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 197 頁 - 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...
第 232 頁 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
第 147 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...
第 188 頁 - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy — Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue — 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 quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell...