The Works of Shakespeare, Band 8Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am , in- deed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great danger , I recover them . As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork . Flav . But ...
... matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am , in- deed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great danger , I recover them . As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather have gone upon my handiwork . Flav . But ...
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... matter ; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies . I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ...
... matter ; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies . I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ...
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... matter is . Cæs . Antonius ! Ant . Cæsar ? Cas . Let me have men about me that are fat : Sleek - headed men and such as sleep o ' nights : Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much such men are dangerous . Ant . Fear ...
... matter is . Cæs . Antonius ! Ant . Cæsar ? Cas . Let me have men about me that are fat : Sleek - headed men and such as sleep o ' nights : Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much such men are dangerous . Ant . Fear ...
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... matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Cæsar ! But , O grief , Where hast thou led me ? I perhaps speak this Before a willing bondman ; then I know My answer must be made . But I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . Casca ...
... matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Cæsar ! But , O grief , Where hast thou led me ? I perhaps speak this Before a willing bondman ; then I know My answer must be made . But I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . Casca ...
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... cautelous , crafty . 133. even , pure . 134. insuppressive , insup- pressible . 138. several , separate , dis- tinct . 150. break with , break the matter to . Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar 44 Julius Cæsar ACT II.
... cautelous , crafty . 133. even , pure . 134. insuppressive , insup- pressible . 138. several , separate , dis- tinct . 150. break with , break the matter to . Dec. Shall no man else be touch'd but only Cæsar 44 Julius Cæsar ACT II.
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bear blood Brabantio Brutus Cæs Casca Cassio Cinna Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. W. H. MYERS Farewell father fear follow Fortinbras Fourth Cit gentlemen Ghost give grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio Iago Julius Cæsar King lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Mark Antony marry Messala Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Octavius Ophelia Othello play Plutarch Polonius pray Prithee Queen Re-enter revenge Roderigo Roman Rome Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Shakespeare soul speak speech spirit stand sweet sword tell thee There's thing Third Cit thou art thou hast thought Titinius to-night villain wife word
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Seite 279 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Seite 25 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about 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...
Seite 96 - 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.
Seite 77 - 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...
Seite 144 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't!
Seite 236 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.
Seite 75 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Seite 41 - 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.
Seite 144 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Seite 78 - 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.