Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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11. oldal
... hand Over your friend that loves you . Bru . Cassius , Be not deceived ; if I have veiled my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself . Vexed I am , Of late , with passions of some difference , Conceptions only ...
... hand Over your friend that loves you . Bru . Cassius , Be not deceived ; if I have veiled my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself . Vexed I am , Of late , with passions of some difference , Conceptions only ...
15. oldal
... they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous . I rather tell thee what is to be feared , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand , for this ear is SC . II . ] 15 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... they behold a greater than themselves ; And therefore are they very dangerous . I rather tell thee what is to be feared , Than what I fear , for always I am Cæsar . Come on my right hand , for this ear is SC . II . ] 15 JULIUS CÆSAR .
16. oldal
... hand , thus ; and then the people fell a shouting . Bru . What was the second noise for ? Casca . Why , for that too . Cas . They shouted thrice ; what was the last cry for ? Casca . Why , for that too . Bru . Was the crown offered him ...
... hand , thus ; and then the people fell a shouting . Bru . What was the second noise for ? Casca . Why , for that too . Cas . They shouted thrice ; what was the last cry for ? Casca . Why , for that too . Bru . Was the crown offered him ...
19. oldal
... hand , which did flame and burn Like twenty torches joined ; and yet his hand , Not sensible of fire , remained unscorched . Besides , ( I have not since put up my sword , ) Against the Capitol I met a lion , Who glared upon me , and ...
... hand , which did flame and burn Like twenty torches joined ; and yet his hand , Not sensible of fire , remained unscorched . Besides , ( I have not since put up my sword , ) Against the Capitol I met a lion , Who glared upon me , and ...
22. oldal
... hand bears The power to cancel his captivity . Cas . And why should Cæsar be a tyrant , then ? Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He were no lion , were not Romans hinds . Those that ...
... hand bears The power to cancel his captivity . Cas . And why should Cæsar be a tyrant , then ? Poor man ! I know he would not be a wolf , But that he sees the Romans are but sheep ; He were no lion , were not Romans hinds . Those that ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline dead death deed DIONYZA dost doth emendation emperor empress ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honor Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony means mistress never night noble Octavia old copy reads Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio Plutarch Pompey Posthumus pray prince prince of Tyre queen revenge Roman Rome SCENE Shakspeare speak Steevens sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus unto villain weep word
Népszerű szakaszok
60. oldal - 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...
60. oldal - 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, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
56. oldal - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable 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 ' O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
37. oldal - 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.
121. oldal - 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.
54. oldal - 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.
67. oldal - 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 honors this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
57. oldal - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
45. oldal - Tis furnished well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion; and, that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this ; That I was constant, Cimber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so.
13. oldal - Tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color 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 ; As a sick girl.