The Hamnet Shakspere: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised).Edmonston, 1881 |
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... Messala ' Tis better that the Enemy seek us Hear me good Brother Or lose our Ventures Page 56 39 56 56 99 56 19 57 99 57 99 57 99 57 99 58 99 58 99 59 • 9 60 99 60 99 60 " " 61 99 61 99 61 " " 62 99 O my dear Brother 62 99 On business ...
... Messala ' Tis better that the Enemy seek us Hear me good Brother Or lose our Ventures Page 56 39 56 56 99 56 19 57 99 57 99 57 99 57 99 58 99 58 99 59 • 9 60 99 60 99 60 " " 61 99 61 99 61 " " 62 99 O my dear Brother 62 99 On business ...
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... Messala , doth his Body lie Should breed thy Fellow ' Tis three a Clock Kill Brutus , and be honour'd in his Death This is not Brutus Friend 72 72 72 97 73 22 73 99 Come poor remains of Friends Shall I do such a Deed . That it runs over ...
... Messala , doth his Body lie Should breed thy Fellow ' Tis three a Clock Kill Brutus , and be honour'd in his Death This is not Brutus Friend 72 72 72 97 73 22 73 99 Come poor remains of Friends Shall I do such a Deed . That it runs over ...
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... Messala with you Immediately to us . Bru . Lucius , a bowl of Wine . Cas . I did not think you could have been so angry . Bru . O Cassius , I am sick of many griefs . Cas . Of your Philosophy you make no use , If you give place to ...
... Messala with you Immediately to us . Bru . Lucius , a bowl of Wine . Cas . I did not think you could have been so angry . Bru . O Cassius , I am sick of many griefs . Cas . Of your Philosophy you make no use , If you give place to ...
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... Messala . Brutus . Come in Titinius : Welcome good Messala : Now sit we close about this Taper here , And call in question our necessities . Cass . Portia , art thou gone ? Bru . No more I pray you . Messala , I have here received ...
... Messala . Brutus . Come in Titinius : Welcome good Messala : Now sit we close about this Taper here , And call in question our necessities . Cass . Portia , art thou gone ? Bru . No more I pray you . Messala , I have here received ...
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... Messala . Messa . Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her ? Bru . Nothing Messala . Messa . That me thinks is strange . Bru . Why ask you ? Hear you ought of her , in yours ? Messa . No my Lord . Bru . Now as you are a Roman tell me ...
... Messala . Messa . Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her ? Bru . Nothing Messala . Messa . That me thinks is strange . Bru . Why ask you ? Hear you ought of her , in yours ? Messa . No my Lord . Bru . Now as you are a Roman tell me ...
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44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - When that the poor have cried, Caesar 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 did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man.
xx ÆäÀÌÁö - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war...
50 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.
50 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.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
x ÆäÀÌÁö - All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
19 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.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...