The Works of Shakespeare, 8권Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... soul ! ' and forgave him with all their hearts : but there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers , they would have done no less . Bru . And after that , he came , thus sad , away ? Casca . Ay . Cas . Did ...
... soul ! ' and forgave him with all their hearts : but there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers , they would have done no less . Bru . And after that , he came , thus sad , away ? Casca . Ay . Cas . Did ...
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... soul acts : the brain , with which it generates 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 ...
... soul acts : the brain , with which it generates 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 ...
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... souls , the time's abuse , - If these be motives weak , break off betimes , And every man hence to his idle bed ; So let high - sighted tyranny range on , Till each man drop by lottery . But if these , As I am sure they do , bear fire ...
... souls , the time's abuse , - If these be motives weak , break off betimes , And every man hence to his idle bed ; So let high - sighted tyranny range on , Till each man drop by lottery . But if these , As I am sure they do , bear fire ...
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... souls That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt ; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise , Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits , To think that or our cause or our performance Did need an ...
... souls That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt ; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise , Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits , To think that or our cause or our performance Did need an ...
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... Soul of Rome ! Brave son , derived from honourable loins ! Thou , like an exorcist , hast conjured up 300 308. charactery , writing ( the signs of care graven in my brow ) . 310 320 My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And 50 Julius ...
... Soul of Rome ! Brave son , derived from honourable loins ! Thou , like an exorcist , hast conjured up 300 308. charactery , writing ( the signs of care graven in my brow ) . 310 320 My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And 50 Julius ...
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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.