Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet and Notes, Original and Selected, Volum 6

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Charles C. Little and James Brown, 1844

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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

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