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... better appetite . Bru . And so it is . For this time I will leave you : To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cas . I will do so : till ...
... better appetite . Bru . And so it is . For this time I will leave you : To - morrow , if you please to speak with me , I will come home to you ; or , if you will , Come home to me , and I will wait for you . Cas . I will do so : till ...
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... better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece of work that will make sick men whole . Lig . But are not some whole that we must make sick ? Bru . That must we also . I shall unfold to thee , as we To whom it must be done . What it is ...
... better of them . What's to do ? Bru . A piece of work that will make sick men whole . Lig . But are not some whole that we must make sick ? Bru . That must we also . I shall unfold to thee , as we To whom it must be done . What it is ...
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... better dreams . ' If Cæsar hide himself , shall they not whisper ' Lo , Cæsar is afraid ' ? Pardon me , Cæsar ; for my dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable . Cas . How foolish do your ...
... better dreams . ' If Cæsar hide himself , shall they not whisper ' Lo , Cæsar is afraid ' ? Pardon me , Cæsar ; for my dear dear love To your proceeding bids me tell you this ; And reason to my love is liable . Cas . How foolish do your ...
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... 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 ; and here thy hunters stand , Sign'd in thy spoil , and crimson'd in thy lethe . O world ...
... 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 ; and here thy hunters stand , Sign'd in thy spoil , and crimson'd in thy lethe . O world ...
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... better judge . If there be any in this assembly , any dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say , that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . 20 If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : not that ...
... better judge . If there be any in this assembly , any dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say , that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . 20 If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : not that ...
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Page 279 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 96 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 215 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 77 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 26 - 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
Page 74 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 79 - 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 mutiny.
Page 204 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 75 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Page 78 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.