The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 11G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pągina 176
... CASCA , TREBONIUS , LIGARIUS , Conspirators against Julius Cęsar . DECIUS BRUTUS , METELLUS CIMBER , CINNA , FLAVIUS , and MARULLUS , Tribunes . ARTEMIDORUS , a Sophist of Cnidos . A Soothsayer . CINNA , a Poet . Another Poet . LUCILIUS ...
... CASCA , TREBONIUS , LIGARIUS , Conspirators against Julius Cęsar . DECIUS BRUTUS , METELLUS CIMBER , CINNA , FLAVIUS , and MARULLUS , Tribunes . ARTEMIDORUS , a Sophist of Cnidos . A Soothsayer . CINNA , a Poet . Another Poet . LUCILIUS ...
Pągina 180
... Casca , a great crowd following ; among them a Soothsayer . Cas . Calphurnia , - Casca . Peace , ho ! Cęsar speaks . Cęs . Cal . Here , my lord . [ Musick ceases . Calphurnia , - Cas . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , -Antonius ...
... Casca , a great crowd following ; among them a Soothsayer . Cas . Calphurnia , - Casca . Peace , ho ! Cęsar speaks . Cęs . Cal . Here , my lord . [ Musick ceases . Calphurnia , - Cas . Stand you directly in Antonius ' way , -Antonius ...
Pągina 181
... Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Cas . Who is it in the press , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cęsar : Speak ; Cęsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth , Beware ...
... Casca . Bid every noise be still : -Peace yet again . [ Musick ceases . Cas . Who is it in the press , that calls on me ? I hear a tongue , shriller than all the musick , Cry , Cęsar : Speak ; Cęsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth , Beware ...
Pągina 187
... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . Bru . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cęsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
... Casca by the sleeve ; And he will , after his sour fashion , tell you What hath proceeded , worthy note , to - day . Bru . I will do so : -But , look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cęsar's brow , And all the rest look like ...
Pągina 188
... Casca stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to - day , That Cęsar looks so sad . Casca . Why you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask ...
... Casca stays behind . Casca . You pull'd me by the cloak ; Would you speak with me ? Bru . Ay , Casca ; tell us what hath chanc'd to - day , That Cęsar looks so sad . Casca . Why you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask ...
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Pągina 187 - 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.
Pągina 237 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pągina 184 - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Pągina 251 - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Did not great Julius bleed for justice
Pągina 260 - 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.
Pągina 240 - 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.
Pągina 253 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, 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...
Pągina 237 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Pągina 236 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
Pągina 240 - Caesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...