The works of William Shakspere. Knight's Cabinet ed., with additional notes, Volume 10 |
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... tears ; a brief farewell : -t beast With many heads butts me away . - Nay , mother , Where is your ancient courage ? you were used To say , extremity was the trier of spirits ; That common chances common men could bear ; That , when the ...
... tears ; a brief farewell : -t beast With many heads butts me away . - Nay , mother , Where is your ancient courage ? you were used To say , extremity was the trier of spirits ; That common chances common men could bear ; That , when the ...
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... tear with thunder the wide cheeks o ' the air , And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an oak . Why dost not speak ? Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs ? -Daughter , speak you ...
... tear with thunder the wide cheeks o ' the air , And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an oak . Why dost not speak ? Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs ? -Daughter , speak you ...
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... tear With giving him glory . 3 Con . Therefore , at your vantage , Ere he express himself , or move the people With what he would say , let him feel your sword Which we will second . When he lies along , After your way his tale pronounc ...
... tear With giving him glory . 3 Con . Therefore , at your vantage , Ere he express himself , or move the people With what he would say , let him feel your sword Which we will second . When he lies along , After your way his tale pronounc ...
Page 125
... tears He whin'd and roar'd away your victory ; That pages blush'd at him , and men of heart Look'd wondering each at others . Cor . Hear'st thou , Mars ? Auf . Name not the god , thou boy of tears , — Cor . Auf . No more . Ha ! Cor ...
... tears He whin'd and roar'd away your victory ; That pages blush'd at him , and men of heart Look'd wondering each at others . Cor . Hear'st thou , Mars ? Auf . Name not the god , thou boy of tears , — Cor . Auf . No more . Ha ! Cor ...
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... Tear him to pieces , do it presently . He killed my son ; -my daughter ; - He killed my cousin Marcus ; - -He killed my father.- 2 Lord . Peace , ho ! -no outrage ; -peace ! The man is noble , and his fame folds in This orb o ' the ...
... Tear him to pieces , do it presently . He killed my son ; -my daughter ; - He killed my cousin Marcus ; - -He killed my father.- 2 Lord . Peace , ho ! -no outrage ; -peace ! The man is noble , and his fame folds in This orb o ' the ...
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Page 185 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Page 205 - 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 146 - 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 Caesar.
Page 189 - Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. 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 259 - 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 337 - 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 159 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 188 - 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 187 - 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 190 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...