Shakespeare's Tragedy of Julius CaesarDent, 1903 - 131ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... appears in action , we have no other measure of his greatness than the impression which he makes upon the rest of the characters , and his peculiar confidence in himself . In this , C©¡sar was by no means deficient , as we learn from ...
... appears in action , we have no other measure of his greatness than the impression which he makes upon the rest of the characters , and his peculiar confidence in himself . In this , C©¡sar was by no means deficient , as we learn from ...
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... appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ...
... appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ...
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... him ours . Casca . O , he sits high in all the people's hearts ; And that which would appear offence in us His countenance , like richest alchemy , Will change to virtue and to worthiness Cas . Him 25 Julius C©¡sar Act I. Sc . iii .
... him ours . Casca . O , he sits high in all the people's hearts ; And that which would appear offence in us His countenance , like richest alchemy , Will change to virtue and to worthiness Cas . Him 25 Julius C©¡sar Act I. Sc . iii .
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... appear , But all be buried in his gravity . Bru . O , name him not : let us not break with him , 150 For he will never follow any thing Cas . That other men begin . Casca . Indeed he is not fit . Then leave him out . Dec. Shall no man ...
... appear , But all be buried in his gravity . Bru . O , name him not : let us not break with him , 150 For he will never follow any thing Cas . That other men begin . Casca . Indeed he is not fit . Then leave him out . Dec. Shall no man ...
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... appearing to the common eyes , We shall be call'd purgers , not murderers . And for Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than C©¡sar's arm When C©¡sar's head is off . Yet I fear him , For in the ingrafted love he bears ...
... appearing to the common eyes , We shall be call'd purgers , not murderers . And for Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than C©¡sar's arm When C©¡sar's head is off . Yet I fear him , For in the ingrafted love he bears ...
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Alarum art thou ARTEMIDORUS bear blood Brutus and Cassius C©¡sar doth Calpurnia Capitol Casar Casca Cato Cicero Cinna Clitus conj countrymen dangerous Dardanius dead death Decius Brutus deed dost durst enemy Enter Brutus Exeunt eyes Farewell fear fire follow Fourth Cit give gods grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart hence honour humour ides of March Jonson Julius C©¡sar Lepidus Ligarius live look lord Lucil Lucilius Marcus Brutus Mark Antony means Messala Metellus Cimber mighty night noble Brutus North's Octavius pardon Peace Philippi Pindarus play Plutarch Pompey's Portia Publius pulpit Re-enter Lucius Roman Rome Scene senators Shakespeare shout sick Sooth speak speech spirit stand Strato streets sword tell thee thing Third Cit thou art thou hast Tiber Titinius to-day to-night traitors Trebonius unto vile Volumnius word wrong
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3 ÆäÀÌÁö - Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - It must be by his death : and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd : — How that might change his nature, there's the question : It is the bright day that brings forth the adder ; And that craves wary walking.
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, 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 flourished over us.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart : Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for. I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage...
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...