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Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tiber banks , and weep your tears Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all .
Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of your sort ; Draw them to Tiber banks , and weep your tears Into the channel , till the lowest stream Do kiss the most exalted shores of all .
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... tears , for his love ; joy , for his fortune ; honour , for his valour ; and death , for his ambition . 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 ...
... tears , for his love ; joy , for his fortune ; honour , for his valour ; and death , for his ambition . 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 ...
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Ant . If you have tears , prepare to shed them The first time ever Cæsar put it on ; '. now . You all do know this mantle : I remember tempted him . Cas . I durst not ? Bru JULIUS CÆSAR . " 61.
Ant . If you have tears , prepare to shed them The first time ever Cæsar put it on ; '. now . You all do know this mantle : I remember tempted him . Cas . I durst not ? Bru JULIUS CÆSAR . " 61.
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Tear him to pieces , he's a conspirator . Cin . I am Cinna the poet , I am Cinna the poet . 4 Cit . Tear him for his bad verses , tear him for his bad verses . Cin . I am not Cinna the conspirator . 4 Cit . It is no matter , his name's ...
Tear him to pieces , he's a conspirator . Cin . I am Cinna the poet , I am Cinna the poet . 4 Cit . Tear him for his bad verses , tear him for his bad verses . Cin . I am not Cinna the conspirator . 4 Cit . It is no matter , his name's ...
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Tear him , tear him . Come , brands , ho ! fire - brands . To Brutus ' , to Cassius ' ; burn all . Some to Decius ' house , and some to Casca's ; some to Ligarius ' : away ; go . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. THE SAME .
Tear him , tear him . Come , brands , ho ! fire - brands . To Brutus ' , to Cassius ' ; burn all . Some to Decius ' house , and some to Casca's ; some to Ligarius ' : away ; go . [ Exeunt . ACT IV . SCENE I. THE SAME .
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Page 58 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 56 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
Page 60 - 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 57 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 62 - 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.
Page 135 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Page 34 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Page 34 - 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 74 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.