The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 10 卷 |
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Thou art a robber , A law - breaker , a villain : Yield thee , thief . Gui . To who ? to
thee ? What art thou ? Have not I An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? Thy
words , I grant , are bigger ; for I wear not My dagger in my mouth . Say , what
thou ...
Thou art a robber , A law - breaker , a villain : Yield thee , thief . Gui . To who ? to
thee ? What art thou ? Have not I An arm as big as thine ? a heart as big ? Thy
words , I grant , are bigger ; for I wear not My dagger in my mouth . Say , what
thou ...
第94页
Arv . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant ' s stroke ; Care
no more to clothe , and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre , learning
, physic , must All follow this , and come to dust . Gui . Fear no more the ...
Arv . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant ' s stroke ; Care
no more to clothe , and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre , learning
, physic , must All follow this , and come to dust . Gui . Fear no more the ...
第189页
Fare thee well . - - - I know not , gentlemen , what you intend , Who else must be
let blood , who else is rank : If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cæsar ' s death '
s hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich ...
Fare thee well . - - - I know not , gentlemen , what you intend , Who else must be
let blood , who else is rank : If I myself , there is no hour so fit As Cæsar ' s death '
s hour ; nor no instrument Of half that worth , as those your swords , made rich ...
第190页
That I did love thee , Cæsar , 0 , tis true : If then thy spirit look upon us now , Shall
it not grieve thee , dearer than thy death , To see thy Antony making his peace ,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes , Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ...
That I did love thee , Cæsar , 0 , tis true : If then thy spirit look upon us now , Shall
it not grieve thee , dearer than thy death , To see thy Antony making his peace ,
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy foes , Most noble ! in the presence of thy corse ...
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Bear with me , good boy , I am much forgetful . Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes
awhile , And touch thy instrument a strain or two ? Luc . Ay , my lord , an it please
you . Bru . It does , my boy : . I trouble thee too much , but thou art willing . Luc .
Bear with me , good boy , I am much forgetful . Canst thou hold up thy heavy eyes
awhile , And touch thy instrument a strain or two ? Luc . Ay , my lord , an it please
you . Bru . It does , my boy : . I trouble thee too much , but thou art willing . Luc .
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第193页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
第145页 - 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197页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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...
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| 名称 | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 10 卷 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| 作者 | William Shakespeare |
| 出版商 | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| 出处： | 纽约公共图书馆 |
| 数字化处理时间 | 2006年12月27日 |
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