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... Exit . Bru . What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ! He was quick mettle when he went to school . Cas . So he is now , in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise , However he puts on this tardy form . This rudeness is a sauce to his ...
... Exit . Bru . What a blunt fellow is this grown to be ! He was quick mettle when he went to school . Cas . So he is now , in execution Of any bold or noble enterprise , However he puts on this tardy form . This rudeness is a sauce to his ...
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... Exit BRUTUS . Well , Brutus , thou art noble ; yet I see Thy honourable metal may be wrought From that it is disposed : therefore it is meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes : For who so firm that cannot be seduced ? Cæsar ...
... Exit BRUTUS . Well , Brutus , thou art noble ; yet I see Thy honourable metal may be wrought From that it is disposed : therefore it is meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes : For who so firm that cannot be seduced ? Cæsar ...
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... Exit CINNA . Come , Casca , you and I will yet , ere day , See Brutus at his house : three parts of him Is ours already ; and the man entire , Upon the next encounter , yields him ours . Casca . O , he sits high in all the people's ...
... Exit CINNA . Come , Casca , you and I will yet , ere day , See Brutus at his house : three parts of him Is ours already ; and the man entire , Upon the next encounter , yields him ours . Casca . O , he sits high in all the people's ...
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... Exit . Bru . It must be by his death and , for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general : he would be crown'd : - How that might change his nature , there's the question 22 ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR . ACT II. ...
... Exit . Bru . It must be by his death and , for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general : he would be crown'd : - How that might change his nature , there's the question 22 ACT II . JULIUS CÆSAR . ACT II. ...
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... Exit . Bru . The exhalations , whizzing in the air , Give so much light , that I may read by them . [ Opens the letter , and reads . Brutus , thou sleep'st ; awake , and see thyself . Shall Rome , & c . Speak , strike , redress ...
... Exit . Bru . The exhalations , whizzing in the air , Give so much light , that I may read by them . [ Opens the letter , and reads . Brutus , thou sleep'st ; awake , and see thyself . Shall Rome , & c . Speak , strike , redress ...
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Page 55 - 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 59 - 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...
Page 35 - 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 125 - 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 9 - Well, honour is the subject of my story. — I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Page 55 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. 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?
Page 244 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 109 - I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, ;/ I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Page 9 - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
Page 53 - 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.