Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Troilus and CressidaBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1867 |
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... EROS , SCARUS , friends to Antony . DERCETAS , DEMETRIUS , PHILO , MECENAS , AGRIPPA , DOLABELLA , friends to Cæsar . PROCULEIUS , THYREUS , GALLUS , MENAS , MENECRATES , friends to Pompey . VARRIUS , TAURUS , Lieutenant - General to ...
... EROS , SCARUS , friends to Antony . DERCETAS , DEMETRIUS , PHILO , MECENAS , AGRIPPA , DOLABELLA , friends to Cæsar . PROCULEIUS , THYREUS , GALLUS , MENAS , MENECRATES , friends to Pompey . VARRIUS , TAURUS , Lieutenant - General to ...
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... EROS , meeting . Eno . How now , friend Eros ? Eros . There's strange news come , sir . Eno . What , man ? Eros . Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey . Eno . This is old : what is the success ? Eros . Cæsar , having made use of ...
... EROS , meeting . Eno . How now , friend Eros ? Eros . There's strange news come , sir . Eno . What , man ? Eros . Cæsar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey . Eno . This is old : what is the success ? Eros . Cæsar , having made use of ...
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... Eros . He's walking in the garden - thus : and spurns The rush that lies before him ; cries , Fool , Lepidus ! And threats the throat of that his officer , That murder'd Pompey . Eno . Our great navy's rigg'd . Eros . For Italy and ...
... Eros . He's walking in the garden - thus : and spurns The rush that lies before him ; cries , Fool , Lepidus ! And threats the throat of that his officer , That murder'd Pompey . Eno . Our great navy's rigg'd . Eros . For Italy and ...
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... EROS following . Eros . Nay , gentle madam , to him : -comfort him . Iras . Do , most dear queen . Char . Do ! Why , what else ? Cleo . Let me sit down . Ant . No , no , no , no , no . Eros . See you here , sir ? Ant . O fie , fie , fie ...
... EROS following . Eros . Nay , gentle madam , to him : -comfort him . Iras . Do , most dear queen . Char . Do ! Why , what else ? Cleo . Let me sit down . Ant . No , no , no , no , no . Eros . See you here , sir ? Ant . O fie , fie , fie ...
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William Shakespeare. Eros . Sir , the queen . Ant . O , whither hast thou led me , Egypt ? See , How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back on what I have left behind ' Stroy'd in dishonour . Cleo . O my lord , my lord ...
William Shakespeare. Eros . Sir , the queen . Ant . O , whither hast thou led me , Egypt ? See , How I convey my shame out of thine eyes By looking back on what I have left behind ' Stroy'd in dishonour . Cleo . O my lord , my lord ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Agrippa Ajax Alarum Alexas Antenor art thou bear blood brave brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Calchas Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cinna Cleo Cleopatra Cres Cressid dear death Diomed DIOMEDES dost doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool fortune friends give gods Grecian Greek Guard hand Hark hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen hither honour Iras Julius Cæsar kiss lady Lepidus look lord LUCIUS madam Mark Antony matter Menelaus Mess Messala Nest Nestor night noble Octavius Pandarus Parthia Patr Patroclus Peace Pompey pr'ythee pray Priam queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Sold soldier speak stand sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites things thou art thou hast Titinius to-day Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss What's word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 51 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Página 245 - Office, and custom, in all line of order: And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents?
Página 56 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Página 9 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" — Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did, — The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Página 71 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire: Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Página 75 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 24 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 35 - 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 55 - 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.
Página 58 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.