| William Shakespeare - 2000 - 248 pągines
...which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move 230 The stones of Rome to rise... | |
| Orson Welles - 2001 - 342 pągines
...which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue Julius Caesar ' r> ' In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2001 - 496 pągines
...you your felues do know, Shew you fweet Ccefars wounds, poor poor dum mouths 235 And bid them fpeake for me : But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle vp your Spirits,and put a Tongue In euery Wound of C&far, that mould moue The ftones of Rome, to rife... | |
| Karl A. E. Enenkel, Jan L. de Jong, Jeannine De Landtsheer - 2001 - 482 pągines
...gerade getan hat, in den Irrealis verweist und damit für ihm selber unmöglich erklärt (V, 228-32): But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and... | |
| Arthur L. Little - 2000 - 288 pągines
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| Sylvia Adamson - 2001 - 340 pągines
[ El contingut d’aquesta pągina estą restringit ] | |
| William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pągines
...which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak - spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and... | |
| John Phillips - 2002 - 600 pągines
...which you yourselves do know. Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But, were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and... | |
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