The Works of Shakespeare, Band 8Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... soul ! ' and forgave him with all their hearts : but there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers , they would have done no less . Bru . And after that , he came , thus sad , away ? Casca . Ay . Cas . Did ...
... soul ! ' and forgave him with all their hearts : but there's no heed to be taken of them ; if Cæsar had stabbed their mothers , they would have done no less . Bru . And after that , he came , thus sad , away ? Casca . Ay . Cas . Did ...
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... soul acts : the brain , with which it generates thoughts ( cf. Richard II.v.5.6f . ) ; the heart , which was the source of feeling perhaps ; the liver , the seat of fear , gloom , wrath , and love . The ' genius ' is never in ...
... soul acts : the brain , with which it generates thoughts ( cf. Richard II.v.5.6f . ) ; the heart , which was the source of feeling perhaps ; the liver , the seat of fear , gloom , wrath , and love . The ' genius ' is never in ...
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... souls , the time's abuse , - If these be motives weak , break off betimes , And every man hence to his idle bed ; So let high - sighted tyranny range on , Till each man drop by lottery . But if these , As I am sure they do , bear fire ...
... souls , the time's abuse , - If these be motives weak , break off betimes , And every man hence to his idle bed ; So let high - sighted tyranny range on , Till each man drop by lottery . But if these , As I am sure they do , bear fire ...
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... souls That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt ; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise , Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits , To think that or our cause or our performance Did need an ...
... souls That welcome wrongs ; unto bad causes swear Such creatures as men doubt ; but do not stain The even virtue of our enterprise , Nor the insuppressive mettle of our spirits , To think that or our cause or our performance Did need an ...
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... Soul of Rome ! Brave son , derived from honourable loins ! Thou , like an exorcist , hast conjured up 308. charactery , writing ( the signs of care graven in my brow ) . 300 310 320 My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And 50 Julius ...
... Soul of Rome ! Brave son , derived from honourable loins ! Thou , like an exorcist , hast conjured up 308. charactery , writing ( the signs of care graven in my brow ) . 300 310 320 My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And 50 Julius ...
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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.