The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Peace , ho ! C©¡sar speaks . C©¡s . Cal . Here , my lord . [ Music ceases . Calphurnia , — 1 Whether . 2 Honorary ornaments . 3 These trophies were scarfs . 4 This person was not Decius , but Decimus Brutus . The Poet ( as Vol- taire has ...
... Peace , ho ! C©¡sar speaks . C©¡s . Cal . Here , my lord . [ Music ceases . Calphurnia , — 1 Whether . 2 Honorary ornaments . 3 These trophies were scarfs . 4 This person was not Decius , but Decimus Brutus . The Poet ( as Vol- taire has ...
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... Peace yet again . [ Music ceases . C©¡s . Who is it in the press that , calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry , C©¡sar . Speak ; C©¡sar is turned to hear . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . C©¡s . What man is ...
... Peace yet again . [ Music ceases . C©¡s . Who is it in the press that , calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry , C©¡sar . Speak ; C©¡sar is turned to hear . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . C©¡s . What man is ...
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... Peace ; count the clock . [ Clock strikes . 1 Envy here , as almost always by Shakspeare , is used for malice . 2 To take thought , is to grieve , to be troubled in mind . Cas . The clock hath stricken three Treb . ' 30 [ ACT II ...
... Peace ; count the clock . [ Clock strikes . 1 Envy here , as almost always by Shakspeare , is used for malice . 2 To take thought , is to grieve , to be troubled in mind . Cas . The clock hath stricken three Treb . ' 30 [ ACT II ...
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... peace to - night ; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder C©¡sar ! -Who's within ? 1 Here , and in all other places , Shakspeare uses exorcist for one who ' raises spirits , not one who lays them . But it ...
... peace to - night ; Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleep cried out , Help , ho ! they murder C©¡sar ! -Who's within ? 1 Here , and in all other places , Shakspeare uses exorcist for one who ' raises spirits , not one who lays them . But it ...
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... Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop , then , and wash . How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be acted over , In states unborn , and accents yet unknown ! Bru . How many times shall C©¡sar bleed in sport , That now on ...
... Peace ! Freedom ! and Liberty ! Cas . Stoop , then , and wash . How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be acted over , In states unborn , and accents yet unknown ! Bru . How many times shall C©¡sar bleed in sport , That now on ...
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55 ÆäÀÌÁö - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ant. 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...
60 ÆäÀÌÁö - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius?
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis a common proof That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face : But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend : so Caesar may ; Then, lest he may, prevent.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. BRU. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings : at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her ; and Antony, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.