Julius CaesarAllyn & Bacon, 1895 - 123 pages |
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... sword drawn , and CICERO . CIC . Good even , Casca : brought you Cæsar home ? Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? CASCA . Are not you moved , when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero , I have seen ...
... sword drawn , and CICERO . CIC . Good even , Casca : brought you Cæsar home ? Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? CASCA . Are not you moved , when all the sway of earth Shakes like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero , I have seen ...
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... sword , the sun arises , Which is a great way growing on the south , Weighing the youthful season of the year . Some two months hence up higher toward the north He first presents his fire ; and the high east Stands , as the Capitol ...
... sword , the sun arises , Which is a great way growing on the south , Weighing the youthful season of the year . Some two months hence up higher toward the north He first presents his fire ; and the high east Stands , as the Capitol ...
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... swords : Then walk we forth , even to the market - place , And , waving our red weapons o'er our heads , Let's all cry Peace , freedom , and liberty ! 100 IIO CAS . Stoop then , and wash . How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene ...
... swords : Then walk we forth , even to the market - place , And , waving our red weapons o'er our heads , Let's all cry Peace , freedom , and liberty ! 100 IIO CAS . Stoop then , and wash . How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene ...
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... swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if you bear me hard , Now , whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke , Fulfil your pleasure . Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt ...
... swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if you bear me hard , Now , whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoke , Fulfil your pleasure . Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt ...
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... sword , 41 That ran through Cæsar's bowels , search this bosom . Stand not to answer : here , take thou the hilts ; And when my face is covered , as ' tis now , Guide thou the sword . [ PINDARUS stabs him . ] Cæsar , thou art revenged ...
... sword , 41 That ran through Cæsar's bowels , search this bosom . Stand not to answer : here , take thou the hilts ; And when my face is covered , as ' tis now , Guide thou the sword . [ PINDARUS stabs him . ] Cæsar , thou art revenged ...
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Page 80 - Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Page 43 - 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...
Page 6 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Page 6 - 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 40 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Page 49 - 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 2 - 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 : And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds, . Made in her concave shores...
Page 51 - O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold. If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart. Strike as thou didst at...
Page 44 - And thither will I straight to visit him: He comes upon a wish. Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any thing.
Page 40 - 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.