The Tragedy of Julius CaesarHeath, 1895 - 143 pages |
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... hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ...
... hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone ...
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... hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry " Cæsar ! " Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . ΙΟ [ Flourish . What man is that ? Bru . A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March . 19 Cas ...
... hear a tongue , shriller than all the music , Cry " Cæsar ! " Speak ; Cæsar is turn'd to hear . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . ΙΟ [ Flourish . What man is that ? Bru . A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March . 19 Cas ...
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... hear : And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection , I , your glass , Will modestly discover to yourself 50 60 That of yourself which you yet know not of . 70 And be not jealous on me , gentle Brutus : Were I a ...
... hear : And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection , I , your glass , Will modestly discover to yourself 50 60 That of yourself which you yet know not of . 70 And be not jealous on me , gentle Brutus : Were I a ...
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... 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 , ” As a sick girl . Ye gods , it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble ...
... 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 , ” As a sick girl . Ye gods , it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble ...
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... hear and answer such high things . 170 Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this : Brutus had rather be a ... hears no music ; Seldom he smiles , and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be ...
... hear and answer such high things . 170 Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this : Brutus had rather be a ... hears no music ; Seldom he smiles , and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be ...
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Alarum Antony and Cleopatra Antony's Artemidorus bear blood Brutus and Cassius Cæs Caius Calpurnia Capitol Casca Cassius Cato Cicero Cinna Clitus common conspirators danger death Decius Decius Brutus doth drachma Enter BRUTUS Exeunt Exit favour fear fire follow Fourth Cit frequently friends give Glossary gods hand hast hath hear heart hence honourable humour ides of March Julius Cæsar Lepidus Ligarius live look lord Lucil Lucilius Lucius Lupercalia Marcus Brutus Mark Antony means Messala Metellus Cimber never night noble Brutus North's Plutarch Octavius Philippi phrase Pindarus play Pompey's Portia Publius Re-enter Roman Rome scansion scansion see Appendix SCENE senate sense Shake Shakespeare speak speech spirit stand Strato sword syllable tell thee things Third Cit thou art Titinius to-day Trebonius unto verb Volumnius weak stress word wrong
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Page 61 - 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; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Page 59 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 60 - 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 Ceesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 66 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? 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 honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Page 73 - How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare ? Speak to me what thou art.
Page 58 - He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 22 - 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 livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 68 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Page 43 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 26 - 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...