The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 7J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... fure , Cafar fell down : If the tag - rag people did not clap him , " and hifs him , according as he pleas'd , and difpleas'd them , as they used to do the Players in the Theatre , I am no true man . Bru . What faid he , when he came ...
... fure , Cafar fell down : If the tag - rag people did not clap him , " and hifs him , according as he pleas'd , and difpleas'd them , as they used to do the Players in the Theatre , I am no true man . Bru . What faid he , when he came ...
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... fure ; For we will shake him , or worse days endure . [ Exit : Thunder and lightning . Enter Cafca , his fword drawn ; and Cicero , meeting him . Cic . Good even , Cafea , brought you Cafar home ? Why are you breathlefs , and why ftare ...
... fure ; For we will shake him , or worse days endure . [ Exit : Thunder and lightning . Enter Cafca , his fword drawn ; and Cicero , meeting him . Cic . Good even , Cafea , brought you Cafar home ? Why are you breathlefs , and why ftare ...
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... his worth , and our great need of him , You have right well conceited ; let us go , For it is after mid - night ; and , ere day , We will awake him , and be fure of him . [ Exeunt ACT W A C T II . SCENE , BRUTUS's Garden JULIUS CAESAR . 21.
... his worth , and our great need of him , You have right well conceited ; let us go , For it is after mid - night ; and , ere day , We will awake him , and be fure of him . [ Exeunt ACT W A C T II . SCENE , BRUTUS's Garden JULIUS CAESAR . 21.
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... fure , It did not lie there , when I went to bed . [ Gives him the letter . Bru . Get you to bed again , it is not day : Is not to morrow , boy , the Ides of March ? ( 6 ) Luc . I know not , Sir . ( 6 ) Is not to morrow , boy , the ...
... fure , It did not lie there , when I went to bed . [ Gives him the letter . Bru . Get you to bed again , it is not day : Is not to morrow , boy , the Ides of March ? ( 6 ) Luc . I know not , Sir . ( 6 ) Is not to morrow , boy , the ...
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... fure they do , bear fire enough To kindle cowards , and to fteel with valour The melting spirits of women ; then , countrymen , What need we any fpur , but our own caufe , To prick us to redress ? what other bond , Than fecret Romans ...
... fure they do , bear fire enough To kindle cowards , and to fteel with valour The melting spirits of women ; then , countrymen , What need we any fpur , but our own caufe , To prick us to redress ? what other bond , Than fecret Romans ...
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Page 52 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Page 47 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 168 - 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.
Page 59 - 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 ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 10 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 184 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Page 49 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 82 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Page 176 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Page 9 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.