Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet and Notes, Original and Selected, Volum 6Charles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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Pàgina 6
... Rome ; afterwards at Sardis , and near Philippi . JULIUS CESAR . ACT I. SCENE 1. Rome . A.
... Rome ; afterwards at Sardis , and near Philippi . JULIUS CESAR . ACT I. SCENE 1. Rome . A.
Pàgina 7
... Rome . A Street . Enter FLAVIUS , MARULLUS , and a rabble of Citizens . Flavius . HENCE ; home , you idle creatures , get you home ; Is this a holiday ? What ! know you not , Being mechanical , you ought not walk , Upon a laboring day ...
... Rome . A Street . Enter FLAVIUS , MARULLUS , and a rabble of Citizens . Flavius . HENCE ; home , you idle creatures , get you home ; Is this a holiday ? What ! know you not , Being mechanical , you ought not walk , Upon a laboring day ...
Pàgina 8
... Rome , Το grace in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than senseless things ! O , you hard hearts , you cruel men of Rome , Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climbed up to walls and ...
... Rome , Το grace in captive bonds his chariot - wheels ? You blocks , you stones , you worse than senseless things ! O , you hard hearts , you cruel men of Rome , Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climbed up to walls and ...
Pàgina 11
... Rome , ( Except immortal Cæsar , ) speaking of Brutus , And groaning underneath this age's yoke , Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes . Bru . Into what dangers would you lead me , Cassius , That you would have me seek into myself ...
... Rome , ( Except immortal Cæsar , ) speaking of Brutus , And groaning underneath this age's yoke , Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes . Bru . Into what dangers would you lead me , Cassius , That you would have me seek into myself ...
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... Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talked of Rome , That her wide walls1 encompassed ...
... Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talked of Rome , That her wide walls1 encompassed ...
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Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet and ..., Volum 6 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1844 |
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Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death deed DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 27 - Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. Re-enter Luc1us. Luc. Sir, 'tis your brother Cassius at the door, Who doth desire to see you. Bru. Is he alone ? Luc. No, sir; there are more with him. Bru. Do you know them
Pàgina 209 - 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.—So,—have you done ? Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian;—Iras, long farewell. [Kisses them. IRAS falls and dies. Have I the aspic in my lips ? Dost fall
Pàgina 26 - Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks. 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, [Exit
Pàgina 47 - blood Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: Then walk we forth, even to the market-place; And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry, Peace! Freedom! and Liberty! Cas. Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life, Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Bru.
Pàgina 36 - in the air; Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan ; And ghosts did shriek, and squeal about the streets. O Caesar! these things are beyond all use ; And I do fear them. Cees. What can be avoided, Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Pàgina 33 - I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus. Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus, Is it excepted, I should know no secrets That appertain to you ? Am I yourself, But, as it were, in sort, or limitation; To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed, 1 Condition is temper, disposition, demeanor.
Pàgina 56 - you then to mourn for him ? And men have lost their reason !—Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me. 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
Pàgina 136 - Ant. Ay, Lepidus. Lep. You have strange serpents there. Lep. Your serpent of Egypt is bred now of your mud by the operation of your sun; so is your crocodile. Ant. They are so. Lep. I am not so well as I should be; but I'll ne'er out. Pom. Sit,—and some wine.—A health to Lepidus. Eno.
Pàgina 186 - 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, 1 and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros.
Pàgina 167 - a boggier ever. But when we in our viciousness grow hard, (O, misery on't!) the wise gods seel 3 our eyes; In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us Adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut To our confusion. Cleo. Good my lord, Cleo. O, is it come to this