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... by the Elizabethan's genial contempt for the masses . Plutarch's People , as we have seen , were far from being a quantité négligeable to a clever orator . JULIUS C¨¡SAR ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A street. 16 Julius C©¡sar.
... by the Elizabethan's genial contempt for the masses . Plutarch's People , as we have seen , were far from being a quantité négligeable to a clever orator . JULIUS C¨¡SAR ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A street. 16 Julius C©¡sar.
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... seen him in the Capitol , Being cross'd in conference by some senators . Cas . Casca will tell us what the matter is . C©¡s . Antonius ! Ant . C©¡sar ? Cas . Let me have men about me that are fat : Sleek - headed men and such as sleep o ...
... seen him in the Capitol , Being cross'd in conference by some senators . Cas . Casca will tell us what the matter is . C©¡s . Antonius ! Ant . C©¡sar ? Cas . Let me have men about me that are fat : Sleek - headed men and such as sleep o ...
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... seen tempests , when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty oaks , and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam , To be exalted with the threatening clouds : But never till to - night , never till now , Did I go through ...
... seen tempests , when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty oaks , and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam , To be exalted with the threatening clouds : But never till to - night , never till now , Did I go through ...
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... seen strange sights . Cas . Am I not stay'd for ? tell me . Cin . O Cassius , if you could 130 Yes , you are . 140 But win the noble Brutus to our party— Cas . Be you content : good Cinna , take this paper , And look you lay it in the ...
... seen strange sights . Cas . Am I not stay'd for ? tell me . Cin . O Cassius , if you could 130 Yes , you are . 140 But win the noble Brutus to our party— Cas . Be you content : good Cinna , take this paper , And look you lay it in the ...
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... seen , Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch . A lioness hath whelped in the streets ; And graves have yawn'd , and yielded up their dead ; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds , In ranks and squadrons and right form of ...
... seen , Recounts most horrid sights seen by the watch . A lioness hath whelped in the streets ; And graves have yawn'd , and yielded up their dead ; Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds , In ranks and squadrons and right form of ...
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bear blood Brabantio Brutus C©¡s Casca Cassio Cinna Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS Farewell father fear follow Fortinbras Fourth Cit gentlemen Ghost give grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio Iago Julius C©¡sar King lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Mark Antony marry Messala Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Octavius Ophelia Othello play Plutarch Polonius pray Prithee Queen Re-enter revenge Roderigo Roman Rome Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Shakespeare soul speak speech spirit stand sweet sword tell thee There's thing Third Cit thou art thou hast thought Titinius to-night villain wife word
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279 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
77 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...
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't!
236 ÆäÀÌÁö - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.
75 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, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
41 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.
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.