The Works of Shakespeare, 8권Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tiber banks , and weep your tears Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all . [ Exeunt all the Commoners . See , whether their basest metal be not moved ; They ...
... poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tiber banks , and weep your tears Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all . [ Exeunt all the Commoners . See , whether their basest metal be not moved ; They ...
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... poor Brutus , with himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion ; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried 35. bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over ...
... poor Brutus , with himself at war , Forgets the shows of love to other men . Cas . Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion ; By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried 35. bear too stubborn and too strange a hand over ...
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... . And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then ? Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , 77. prodigious , portentous . 101. bondman ( with a play on ' bond ' ) . 80 90 ΙΟΟ But that he sees the Romans are but sheep : 35 SC . III Julius Cæsar.
... . And why should Cæsar be a tyrant then ? Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , 77. prodigious , portentous . 101. bondman ( with a play on ' bond ' ) . 80 90 ΙΟΟ But that he sees the Romans are but sheep : 35 SC . III Julius Cæsar.
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... poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man . You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown , Which he ...
... poor have cried , Cæsar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff : Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man . You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown , Which he ...
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... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . ΣΤΟ 120 Third Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony . Fourth Cit . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against ...
... Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . ΣΤΟ 120 Third Cit . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony . Fourth Cit . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Ant . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against ...
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bear blood Brabantio Brutus Cæs Casca Cassio CHIG 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 Cæsar King Laer Laertes look lord Lucilius Lucius Mark Antony marry Messala Michael Cassio MICHI Moor murder never night noble Octavius Ophelia Othello play Plutarch Polonius pray Prithee Queen Re-enter revenge Roderigo Roman Rome Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern RSITY SCENE Shakespeare soul speak speech spirit stand sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought Titinius to-night UNIV SITY UNIV UNIV villain wife word
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279 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 awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
96 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.