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Pągina 7
Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion t , By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Flourish of instruments . The nature of your feelings . Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me Scene 11 .
Then , Brutus , I have much mistook your passion t , By means whereof , this breast of mine hath buried Flourish of instruments . The nature of your feelings . Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me Scene 11 .
Pągina 8
What means this shouting ? I do fear , the people Choose Cęsar for their king . Cas . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Cassius ; yet I love him well : - But wherefore do you hold me ...
What means this shouting ? I do fear , the people Choose Cęsar for their king . Cas . Ay , do you fear it ? Then must I think you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Cassius ; yet I love him well : - But wherefore do you hold me ...
Pągina 13
I know not what you mean by that ; but , I am sure , Cęsar fell down . If the tag - rag people did not clap him , and hiss him , according as he pleased , and displeased them , as they use to do the players in the theatre , I am no true ...
I know not what you mean by that ; but , I am sure , Cęsar fell down . If the tag - rag people did not clap him , and hiss him , according as he pleased , and displeased them , as they use to do the players in the theatre , I am no true ...
Pągina 18
Tis Cęsar that you mean : Is it not , Cas- sius ? Cus . Let it be who it is : for Romans now Have the west and limbs like to their ancestors ; But woe the while ! our fathers ' minds are dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ...
Tis Cęsar that you mean : Is it not , Cas- sius ? Cus . Let it be who it is : for Romans now Have the west and limbs like to their ancestors ; But woe the while ! our fathers ' minds are dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ...
Pągina 24
No , sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their ears , And half their faces buried in their cloaks , That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour * . Bru . Let them enter . [ Exit Lucius . They are the faction .
No , sir ; their hats are pluck'd about their ears , And half their faces buried in their cloaks , That by no means I may discover them By any mark of favour * . Bru . Let them enter . [ Exit Lucius . They are the faction .
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Antony arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cęs Cęsar Casca Cassius cause Char Cleo Cleopatra comes daughter dead dear death deed doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fall father fear follow fortune friends give gods gone hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Iach Italy keep king lady Lavinia leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus Mark master mean nature never night noble o'the peace Pericles poor Post pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE Sold soldier sons speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought Titus tongue true unto worthy
Passatges populars
Pągina 23 - I have not slept. 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.
Pągina 12 - ... 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 200 So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men ; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater...
Pągina 50 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Pągina 51 - 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.
Pągina 4 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Pągina 22 - 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.
Pągina 63 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Pągina 187 - Eros ! — I come, my queen. — Eros! — Stay for me : Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ./Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.
Pągina 119 - ... 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. For her own person, It...
Pągina 186 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Informació bibliogrąfica
| Tķtol | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, Volum 7 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | George Steevens |
| Publicat | 1811 |
| Original de | Universitat d’Oxford |
| Digitalitzat el | 3 Jul. 2007 |
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