The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 6Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... thou art shamed ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talked of Rome , That her wide ...
... thou art shamed ! Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say , till now , that talked of Rome , That her wide ...
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... hast thou led me ? I , perhaps , speak this Before a willing bondman ; then I know My answer must be made . 2 But I am armed , And dangers are to me indifferent . 1 i . e . sinews , muscular strength . See note on King Henry IV . Part ...
... hast thou led me ? I , perhaps , speak this Before a willing bondman ; then I know My answer must be made . 2 But I am armed , And dangers are to me indifferent . 1 i . e . sinews , muscular strength . See note on King Henry IV . Part ...
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... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? Wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your ...
... Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men ; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? Wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your ...
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... Thou , like an exorcist , ' hast conjured up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things ... thee , as we are going , To whom it must be done . Lig . Set on your foot ; And , with a heart new - fired , I follow ...
... Thou , like an exorcist , ' hast conjured up My mortified spirit . Now bid me run , And I will strive with things ... thee , as we are going , To whom it must be done . Lig . Set on your foot ; And , with a heart new - fired , I follow ...
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... thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cæsar . If thou be'st not immortal , look about you ; security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ...
... thee not ; thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius . There is but one mind in all these men , and it is bent against Cæsar . If thou be'st not immortal , look about you ; security gives way to conspiracy . The mighty gods defend thee ! Thy ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd 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 Post 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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 60 - 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...
Página 60 - 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.
Página 58 - Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on : 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the " Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 14 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 57 - But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 56 - 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.
Página 57 - 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!
Página 36 - 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.
Página 121 - 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.
Página 209 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.