The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 12R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ' spirits ; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish . CASCA . Indeed , they say , the senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæsar as a king : " Thei calculate , thei chaunt , thei charme ...
... dead , And we are govern'd with our mothers ' spirits ; Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish . CASCA . Indeed , they say , the senators to - morrow Mean to establish Cæsar as a king : " Thei calculate , thei chaunt , thei charme ...
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... dead : & c . ] So , in a funeral song in Much Ado About Nothing : 66 Graves , yawn , and yield your dead . ” " Again , in Hamlet : " A little ere the mightiest Julius fell , " The graves stood tenantless , and the sheeted dead " Did ...
... dead : & c . ] So , in a funeral song in Much Ado About Nothing : 66 Graves , yawn , and yield your dead . ” " Again , in Hamlet : " A little ere the mightiest Julius fell , " The graves stood tenantless , and the sheeted dead " Did ...
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... dead men howling walke about , 66 Crying Ve , Ve , woe to this citie , woe . " TODD . 8 When beggars die , there are no COMETS seen ; The heavens themselves BLAZE forth the death of PRINCES . ] " Next to the shadows and pretences of ...
... dead men howling walke about , 66 Crying Ve , Ve , woe to this citie , woe . " TODD . 8 When beggars die , there are no COMETS seen ; The heavens themselves BLAZE forth the death of PRINCES . ] " Next to the shadows and pretences of ...
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... first thrust ; though some have written , that as Marcus Brutus came running upon him , he said , naì σú ténvov , and thou , my sonne . " Holland's Translation , 1607 . CIN . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead ! 78 ACT III . JULIUS CESAR .
... first thrust ; though some have written , that as Marcus Brutus came running upon him , he said , naì σú ténvov , and thou , my sonne . " Holland's Translation , 1607 . CIN . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead ! 78 ACT III . JULIUS CESAR .
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. CIN . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead ! — Run hence , proclaim , cry it about the streets . CAS . Some to the common pulpits , and cry out , Liberty , freedom , and enfranchisement ! BRU . People ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. CIN . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead ! — Run hence , proclaim , cry it about the streets . CAS . Some to the common pulpits , and cry out , Liberty , freedom , and enfranchisement ! BRU . People ...
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Page 96 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
Page 16 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 97 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now, lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 115 - 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...
Page 235 - 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 117 - All this ? ay, more. Fret, till your proud heart break ; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Page 35 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Page 119 - Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is aweary of the world ; Hated by one he loves ; braved...
Page 115 - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. BRU. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. CAS. Chastisement! BRU. Remember March, the ides of March remembe: ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice?
Page 118 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?