The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Volume 7J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... doth run his Courfe- Antonius , Ant . Cæfar , my lord . Caf . Forget not in your fpeed , Antonius , To touch Calpburnia ; for our Elders say , The barren , touched in this holy chafe , Shake off their fteril curfe . Ant . I fhall ...
... doth run his Courfe- Antonius , Ant . Cæfar , my lord . Caf . Forget not in your fpeed , Antonius , To touch Calpburnia ; for our Elders say , The barren , touched in this holy chafe , Shake off their fteril curfe . Ant . I fhall ...
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... doth awe the world , Did lofe its luftre ; I did hear him groan : - Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his fpeeches in their books , Alas ! it cry'd give me fome drink , Titinius As a fick girl . Ye ...
... doth awe the world , Did lofe its luftre ; I did hear him groan : - Ay , and that tongue of his , that bade the Romans Mark him , and write his fpeeches in their books , Alas ! it cry'd give me fome drink , Titinius As a fick girl . Ye ...
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... doth beftride the narrow world Like a Coloffus ; and we petty men • Walk under his huge legs , and peep about • To find ourselves difhonourable graves . • Men at fometimes are masters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in ...
... doth beftride the narrow world Like a Coloffus ; and we petty men • Walk under his huge legs , and peep about • To find ourselves difhonourable graves . • Men at fometimes are masters of their fates : The fault , dear Brutus , is not in ...
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... doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train , Calpburnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with fuch ferret , and fuch fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being croft in conf'rence by fome ...
... doth glow on Cafar's brow , And all the reft look like a chidden train , Calpburnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with fuch ferret , and fuch fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being croft in conf'rence by fome ...
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... doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus . 7 If I were Brutus now , and he were Caffius , He should not humour me.I will , this night , In feveral hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from feveral citizens , Writings , all ...
... doth bear me hard ; but he loves Brutus . 7 If I were Brutus now , and he were Caffius , He should not humour me.I will , this night , In feveral hands , in at his windows throw , As if they came from feveral citizens , Writings , all ...
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Page 62 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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.
Page 55 - 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.
Page 57 - 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.
Page 10 - 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,
Page 386 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 61 - 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.
Page 9 - 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.
Page 57 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 23 - It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.