The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 10±Ç |
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109 ÆäÀÌÁö
Well , I will find him : For being now a favourer to the Roman , No more a Briton , I
have re - sum ' d again The part I came in : Fight I will no more , But yield me to
the veriest hind , that shall Once touch my shoulder . Great the slaughter is Here ...
Well , I will find him : For being now a favourer to the Roman , No more a Briton , I
have re - sum ' d again The part I came in : Fight I will no more , But yield me to
the veriest hind , that shall Once touch my shoulder . Great the slaughter is Here ...
309 ÆäÀÌÁö
You have heard on ' t , sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir ' d , Than by
the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom ' d the best of
men , To taunt at slackness . - - - Canidius , we Will fight with him by sea . Cleo .
You have heard on ' t , sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir ' d , Than by
the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom ' d the best of
men , To taunt at slackness . - - - Canidius , we Will fight with him by sea . Cleo .
310 ÆäÀÌÁö
... leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge ; quite forego The way
which promises assurance ; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard ,
From firm security . Ant . I ' ll fight at sea . Cleo . I have fifty sails , C©¡sar none
belter .
... leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge ; quite forego The way
which promises assurance ; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard ,
From firm security . Ant . I ' ll fight at sea . Cleo . I have fifty sails , C©¡sar none
belter .
313 ÆäÀÌÁö
Eno . What ' s thy passion ? Scar . The greater cantle of the world is lost With very
ignorance ; we have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces . Eno . How appears
the fight ? Scar . On our side like the token ' d pestilence , Where death is sure .
Eno . What ' s thy passion ? Scar . The greater cantle of the world is lost With very
ignorance ; we have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces . Eno . How appears
the fight ? Scar . On our side like the token ' d pestilence , Where death is sure .
329 ÆäÀÌÁö
Eno . He thinks , being twenty times of better fortune , He is twenty men to one .
Ant . To - morrow , soldier , By sea and land I ' ll fight : or I will live , Or bathe my
dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again . Woo ' t thou fight well ? Eno .
Eno . He thinks , being twenty times of better fortune , He is twenty men to one .
Ant . To - morrow , soldier , By sea and land I ' ll fight : or I will live , Or bathe my
dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again . Woo ' t thou fight well ? Eno .
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193 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? 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.
193 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.
194 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.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
145 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 Caesar.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
197 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, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
232 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!
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - Would he were fatter : — But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy — Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell...