The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, Volume 4Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... sword drawn , and CICERO . Cic . Good even , Casca ; Brought§ you Cęsar home ? Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? Casca . Are you not 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 Cęsar home ? Why are you breathless ? and why stare you so ? Casca . Are you not moved , when all the sway of earth Shakes , like a thing unfirm ? O Cicero , I have seen ...
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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 ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . * How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be ...
... 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 ! Cas . Stoop then , and wash . * How many ages hence , Shall this our lofty scene be ...
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... swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if ye bear me hard , Now , whilst your purpled hands dó reek and smoke , Fulfil your pleasure . Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt to ...
... swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if ye bear me hard , Now , whilst your purpled hands dó reek and smoke , Fulfil your pleasure . Live a thousand years , I shall not find myself so apt to ...
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... sword against conspirators ; When think you that the sword goes up again ? - Never , till Cęsar's three and twenty wounds Be well avenged ; or till another Cęsar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors . Bru . Cęsar , thou can'st ...
... sword against conspirators ; When think you that the sword goes up again ? - Never , till Cęsar's three and twenty wounds Be well avenged ; or till another Cęsar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors . Bru . Cęsar , thou can'st ...
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... sword , That ran through Cęsar's bowels , search this bosom . [ Shout . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And when my face is cover'd as tis now , Guide thou the sword . - Cęsar , thou art revenged , Even with the sword ...
... sword , That ran through Cęsar's bowels , search this bosom . [ Shout . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And when my face is cover'd as tis now , Guide thou the sword . - Cęsar , thou art revenged , Even with the sword ...
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Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou better blood Brabantio Brutus Cęsar CAPULET Casca Cassio Cleo Cleopatra CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Emil Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give GLOSTER gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago is't Juliet Julius Cęsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony married master Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble Nurse OTHELLO Pisanio POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'ythee pray Queen Re-enter Romeo SCENE Serv servant soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius to-night Tybalt villain What's wilt
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Page 35 - 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; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle...
Page 431 - What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 469 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,...
Page 31 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Page 436 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 491 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which, I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Page 123 - 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.
Page 475 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 297 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 413 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.