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... over , keep ( like a restive horse ) too severely and unkindly in check . 30 40 40. passions of some difference , conflicting emotions . 42. soil , blemish . Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me 22 Julius C©¡sar ACT I.
... over , keep ( like a restive horse ) too severely and unkindly in check . 30 40 40. passions of some difference , conflicting emotions . 42. soil , blemish . Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me 22 Julius C©¡sar ACT I.
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William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius ; for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection by some other things , Cas ...
William Shakespeare Charles Harold Herford. Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius ; for the eye sees not itself , But by reflection by some other things , Cas ...
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... thought of this and of these times , I shall recount hereafter ; for this present , I would not , so with love I might entreat you , Be any further moved . What you have said I will consider ; what you have to say I will with patience ...
... thought of this and of these times , I shall recount hereafter ; for this present , I would not , so with love I might entreat you , Be any further moved . What you have said I will consider ; what you have to say I will with patience ...
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... thoughts ( cf. Richard II.v.5.6f . ) ; the heart , which was the source of feeling perhaps ; the liver , the seat of fear , gloom , wrath , and love . The ' genius ' is never in Shakespeare expressly identified with the man , but its ...
... thoughts ( cf. Richard II.v.5.6f . ) ; the heart , which was the source of feeling perhaps ; the liver , the seat of fear , gloom , wrath , and love . The ' genius ' is never in Shakespeare expressly identified with the man , but its ...
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... thought and die for C©¡sar : And that were much he should , for he is given To sports , to wildness and much company . Treb . There is no fear in him : let him not die ; 190 For he will live , and laugh at this hereafter . Bru . Peace ...
... thought and die for C©¡sar : And that were much he should , for he is given To sports , to wildness and much company . Treb . There is no fear in him : let him not die ; 190 For he will live , and laugh at this hereafter . Bru . Peace ...
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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.