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... dear Brutus , is not in our stars , I12 . Eneas , regarded in Roman legend as the progenitor of the Roman people . He was Isaid to have borne his father Anchises on his shoulders from the flames of Troy ( Vergil , ¨¡n . ii . ) . 120 130 ...
... dear Brutus , is not in our stars , I12 . Eneas , regarded in Roman legend as the progenitor of the Roman people . He was Isaid to have borne his father Anchises on his shoulders from the flames of Troy ( Vergil , ¨¡n . ii . ) . 120 130 ...
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... Dear my lord , Make me acquainted with your cause of grief . Bru . I am not well in health , and that is all . Por . Brutus is wise , and , were he not in health , He would embrace the means to come by it . Bru . Why , so I do . Good ...
... Dear my lord , Make me acquainted with your cause of grief . Bru . I am not well in health , and that is all . Por . Brutus is wise , and , were he not in health , He would embrace the means to come by it . Bru . Why , so I do . Good ...
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... dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart . Por . If this were true , then should I know this secret . I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife : I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman ...
... dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart . Por . If this were true , then should I know this secret . I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife : I grant I am a woman ; but withal A woman ...
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... dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable . Cas . How foolish do your fears seem now , Calpurnia ! I am ashamed I did yield to them . Give me my robe , for I will go . Enter PUBLIUS ...
... dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable . Cas . How foolish do your fears seem now , Calpurnia ! I am ashamed I did yield to them . Give me my robe , for I will go . Enter PUBLIUS ...
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... dear friend of C©¡sar's , to him I say , that Brutus ' love to C©¡sar was no less than his . 20 If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against C©¡sar , this is my answer : not that I loved C©¡sar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had ...
... dear friend of C©¡sar's , to him I say , that Brutus ' love to C©¡sar was no less than his . 20 If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against C©¡sar , this is my answer : not that I loved C©¡sar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had ...
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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.
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.
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
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...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, " Brutus " will start a spirit as soon as
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
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.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 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.