The Works of Shakespeare, 7. kötetJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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10. oldal
... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then mult I think , you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well : But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it , that you would impart to me ? If it be aught ...
... King . Caf . Ay , do you fear it ? Then mult I think , you would not have it so . Bru . I would not , Caffius ; yet I love him well : But wherefore do you hold me here fo long ? What is it , that you would impart to me ? If it be aught ...
12. oldal
... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have fome aim ; How I have thought of this , and of these times , I fhall recount hereafter : for this prefent , I would not ( fo with love I might ...
... King . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have fome aim ; How I have thought of this , and of these times , I fhall recount hereafter : for this prefent , I would not ( fo with love I might ...
19. oldal
... King : And he shall wear his Crown by fea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . Caf . I know , where I will wear this dagger then . Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius . Therein , ye Gods , you make the weak moft ftrong ...
... King : And he shall wear his Crown by fea and land , In every place , fave here in Italy . Caf . I know , where I will wear this dagger then . Caffius from bondage will deliver Caffius . Therein , ye Gods , you make the weak moft ftrong ...
24. oldal
... King . Speak , frike , redress , - -am I entreated then To fpeak , and ftrike ? O Rome ! I make thee promise , If the redrefs will follow , thou receiv'ft Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Enter Lucius Luc . Sir , March is ...
... King . Speak , frike , redress , - -am I entreated then To fpeak , and ftrike ? O Rome ! I make thee promise , If the redrefs will follow , thou receiv'ft Thy full petition at the hand of Brutus ! Enter Lucius Luc . Sir , March is ...
88. oldal
... Kings in a forenoon , and widow them all ; let me have a child at fifty , to whom He- rod of Jewry may do homage ! find me , to marry me with Octavius Cæfar , and companion me with my mistress . Sooth . You fhall out - live the Lady ...
... Kings in a forenoon , and widow them all ; let me have a child at fifty , to whom He- rod of Jewry may do homage ! find me , to marry me with Octavius Cæfar , and companion me with my mistress . Sooth . You fhall out - live the Lady ...
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52. 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. 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...
47. oldal - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
168. oldal - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
59. oldal - 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
10. oldal - 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.
184. oldal - 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. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
49. oldal - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
82. oldal - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
176. oldal - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
9. oldal - 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.