The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesLongman and Company, 1847 - Azerbaijan |
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... thou ? 1 Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? — You , sir : what trade are you ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir ... Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? JULIUS CESAR. ...
... thou ? 1 Cit . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron , and thy rule ? What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? — You , sir : what trade are you ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir ... Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? JULIUS CESAR. ...
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... thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none , conspiracy ; Hide it in smiles , and affability : For if thou ...
... thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then , by day , Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek none , conspiracy ; Hide it in smiles , and affability : For if thou ...
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... thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . The same . SCENE IV . Another Part of the same Street , before the House of Brutus . Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS . Por . I pr'ythee , boy ...
... thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . The same . SCENE IV . Another Part of the same Street , before the House of Brutus . Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS . Por . I pr'ythee , boy ...
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... Thou hast some suit to Cæsar , hast thou not ? Sooth . That I have , lady : if it will please Cæsar To be so good to Cæsar , as to hear me , I shall beseech him to befriend himself . Por . Why , know'st thou any harm's intended towards ...
... Thou hast some suit to Cæsar , hast thou not ? Sooth . That I have , lady : if it will please Cæsar To be so good to Cæsar , as to hear me , I shall beseech him to befriend himself . Por . Why , know'st thou any harm's intended towards ...
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... thou hast wounds , Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bay'd , brave hart ; Here didst thou fall ...
... thou hast wounds , Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bay'd , brave hart ; Here didst thou fall ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death DIONYZA dost doth emperor ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MALONE Marcus Marina Mark Antony means Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pray prince Prince of Tyre queen Roman Rome SATURNINUS 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 Сут
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Page 56 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, 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 91 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, " This was a man i
Page 60 - 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...
Page 321 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 129 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The 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.
Page 59 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 11 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Page 6 - 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...
Page 69 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Page 12 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,