The Dramatic Works, 2권S. Andrus, 1831 |
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... Antony Woodeville , her brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure ...
... Antony Woodeville , her brother there , That made him send lord Hastings to the Tower ; From whence this present day he is deliver'd ? We are not safe , Clarence , we are not safe . Clar . By heaven , I think , there is no man secure ...
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... you down that way towards the Capitol ; This way will I : Disrobe the images , If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies . " ( 3 ) Honorary ornaments ; tokens of respect . JULIUS CÆSAR . Act V. - Scene 5 . ANTONY ( 228 ) JULIUS CESAR. ...
... you down that way towards the Capitol ; This way will I : Disrobe the images , If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies . " ( 3 ) Honorary ornaments ; tokens of respect . JULIUS CÆSAR . Act V. - Scene 5 . ANTONY ( 228 ) JULIUS CESAR. ...
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William Shakespeare. JULIUS CÆSAR . Act V. - Scene 5 . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . Act V. - Scene 2 . J Scene II . Mar. May we do so ?
William Shakespeare. JULIUS CÆSAR . Act V. - Scene 5 . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . Act V. - Scene 2 . J Scene II . Mar. May we do so ?
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... Antony , for the course : Calphurnia , Portia , Decius , Cicero , Brutus , Cassius , and Casca , a great crowd follow- ing , among them a Soothsayer . Cas . Calphurnia , — Casca . Cæs . Cal . Here , my lord . But let not therefore my ...
... Antony , for the course : Calphurnia , Portia , Decius , Cicero , Brutus , Cassius , and Casca , a great crowd follow- ing , among them a Soothsayer . Cas . Calphurnia , — Casca . Cæs . Cal . Here , my lord . But let not therefore my ...
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... Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he siniles ; and smiles in such a sort , As if he mock'd himself , and scorn'd ... Antony . Bru . Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . Casca . I can as well be hanged , as tell the man- ner of it ...
... Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he siniles ; and smiles in such a sort , As if he mock'd himself , and scorn'd ... Antony . Bru . Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . Casca . I can as well be hanged , as tell the man- ner of it ...
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133 페이지 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
426 페이지 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
441 페이지 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
133 페이지 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
426 페이지 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing ! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her...
240 페이지 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.
445 페이지 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
392 페이지 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
240 페이지 - 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 bes't lover" for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
461 페이지 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.