The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.].Bradbury, Evans, and Company, 1867 |
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... what trade art thou ? Answer me directly . 2 Cit . A trade , sir , that I hope I may use with a safe conscience ; which is , indeed , sir , a mender of bad soles . Mar. What trade , thou knave ? thou naughty knave B 2 JULIUS CESAR. ...
... what trade art thou ? Answer me directly . 2 Cit . A trade , sir , that I hope I may use with a safe conscience ; which is , indeed , sir , a mender of bad soles . Mar. What trade , thou knave ? thou naughty knave B 2 JULIUS CESAR. ...
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... answer such high things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this ; Brutus had rather be a villager , Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us . Cas . I am glad that my ...
... answer such high things . Till then , my noble friend , chew upon this ; Brutus had rather be a villager , Than to repute himself a son of Rome Under these hard conditions as this time Is like to lay upon us . Cas . I am glad that my ...
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... answer must be made : but I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . Casca . You speak to Casca ; and to such a man That is no fleering tell - tale . Hold , my hand : Be factious for redress of all these griefs ; And I will set ...
... answer must be made : but I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent . Casca . You speak to Casca ; and to such a man That is no fleering tell - tale . Hold , my hand : Be factious for redress of all these griefs ; And I will set ...
31. oldal
... answer'd not ; But , with an angry wafture of your hand , Gave sign for me to leave you : so I did ; Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seem'd too much enkindled ; and , withal , Hoping it was but an effect of humour , Which ...
... answer'd not ; But , with an angry wafture of your hand , Gave sign for me to leave you : so I did ; Fearing to strengthen that impatience Which seem'd too much enkindled ; and , withal , Hoping it was but an effect of humour , Which ...
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... answer me , but get thee gone : Why dost thou stay ? Luc . To know my errand , madam . Por . I would have had thee there , and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.- O constancy , be strong upon my side ! Set a ...
... answer me , but get thee gone : Why dost thou stay ? Luc . To know my errand , madam . Por . I would have had thee there , and here again , Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.- O constancy , be strong upon my side ! Set a ...
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55. oldal - 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.
59. 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...
35. 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.
125. 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.
9. oldal - Well, honour is the subject of my story. — I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
55. oldal - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, 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. 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?
244. oldal - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
109. oldal - I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, ;/ I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
9. oldal - If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
53. 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.