The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare Complete in 13 Volumes, 9±ÇOutlook Company, 1899 |
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... heaven ; Or else the world , too saucy with the gods , Incenses them to send destruction . Cic . Why , saw you anything more wonder . ful ? Casca . A common slave ( you know him well by sight ) [ burn Held up his left hand , which did ...
... heaven ; Or else the world , too saucy with the gods , Incenses them to send destruction . Cic . Why , saw you anything more wonder . ful ? Casca . A common slave ( you know him well by sight ) [ burn Held up his left hand , which did ...
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... heaven , I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it . Casca . But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble , When the most mighty gods , by tokens , send Such dreadful ...
... heaven , I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it . Casca . But wherefore did you so much tempt the heavens ? It is the part of men to fear and tremble , When the most mighty gods , by tokens , send Such dreadful ...
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... heaven hath infused them with these [ ing To make them instruments of fear and warn Unto some monstrous state . spirits , Now could I , Casca , name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night ; [ roars That thunders , lightens , opens ...
... heaven hath infused them with these [ ing To make them instruments of fear and warn Unto some monstrous state . spirits , Now could I , Casca , name to thee a man Most like this dreadful night ; [ roars That thunders , lightens , opens ...
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... heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! They murder Casar ! Who's within ? Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord ? C©¡s . Go bid the priests do present sacri- fice , And ...
... heaven , nor earth , have been at peace to - night : Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! They murder Casar ! Who's within ? Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord ? C©¡s . Go bid the priests do present sacri- fice , And ...
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... heavens themselves blaze forth the death Cas . Cowards die many times before their comets seen ; 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 ...
... heavens themselves blaze forth the death Cas . Cowards die many times before their comets seen ; 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 ...
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says, he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable 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 honorable man.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe...
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 i
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.