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And , yesterday , the bird of night did sit , Even at noon - day , upon the market -
place , Hooting , and shrieking . When these prodigies let These are their
reasons , They are natural ; For , I believe , they are portentous things Unto the
climate ...
And , yesterday , the bird of night did sit , Even at noon - day , upon the market -
place , Hooting , and shrieking . When these prodigies let These are their
reasons , They are natural ; For , I believe , they are portentous things Unto the
climate ...
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The deep of night is crept upon our talk , And nature must obey necessity ; Which
we will niggard with a little rest . There is no more to say ? Cas . No more . Good
night ; Early to - morrow will we rise , and hence . Bru . Lucius , my gown .
The deep of night is crept upon our talk , And nature must obey necessity ; Which
we will niggard with a little rest . There is no more to say ? Cas . No more . Good
night ; Early to - morrow will we rise , and hence . Bru . Lucius , my gown .
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By day and night ! he wrongs me ; } every hour He flashes into one gross crime or
other , That set us all at odds : I'll not endure it : His knights grow riotous , and
himself upbraids us On every trifle : -- When he returns from hunting , I will not ...
By day and night ! he wrongs me ; } every hour He flashes into one gross crime or
other , That set us all at odds : I'll not endure it : His knights grow riotous , and
himself upbraids us On every trifle : -- When he returns from hunting , I will not ...
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. This shameful lodging . Fortune , good night ; smile
once more ; turn thy wheel ! [ He sleeps . SCENE III . A Part of the Heath . Enter
EDGAR .
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. This shameful lodging . Fortune , good night ; smile
once more ; turn thy wheel ! [ He sleeps . SCENE III . A Part of the Heath . Enter
EDGAR .
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Saint Withold footed thrice the wold ; He met the night - mare , and her nine - fold
; Bid her alight , And her troth plight , And ... i.e. Saint Withuld traversing the woid
or downs , met the night - mare ; who having told her name , he obliged he : to ...
Saint Withold footed thrice the wold ; He met the night - mare , and her nine - fold
; Bid her alight , And her troth plight , And ... i.e. Saint Withuld traversing the woid
or downs , met the night - mare ; who having told her name , he obliged he : to ...
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Página 14 - 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. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Página 7 - O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Página 77 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 78 - 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 77 - 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 70 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood ! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy (Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Página 17 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
Página 29 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Página 161 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Página 94 - Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come, Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, For Cassius is a-weary of the world : Hated by one he loves ; braved by his brother...