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AEdiles Antium Aufidius bear blood Brutus Caes Caesar Caius Capitol cardinal Casca Cassius Cham Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Cran death doth duke Eaceunt Egypt enemy Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear follow fortune friends Fulvia Gent give gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iras JOHNS Julius Caesar Kath king lady Lart leave Lepidus look lord Lord Chamberlain lov’d madam Marcius Mark Antony master mean mov’d never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace pity Plutarch Pompey Pr’ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Shakspeare Sold soldier speak stand STEEV sword tell thee There’s thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tongue tribunes unto voices Volces WARB What’s wife word worthy
Page 54 - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Page 44 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 29 - 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.
Page 54 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Page 45 - 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 ! 4 Cit.
Page 98 - 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.
Page 42 - 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.
Page 44 - 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.