Shakespeare's Julius CæsarCharles E. Merrill, 1910 - 185 páginas |
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... look upon Cæsar . Cæs . What say'st thou to me now ? Speak once again . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . He is a dreamer ; let us leave him ; -pass . [ Sennet . Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS . Cas . Will you go see the order ...
... look upon Cæsar . Cæs . What say'st thou to me now ? Speak once again . Sooth . Beware the ides of March . Cæs . He is a dreamer ; let us leave him ; -pass . [ Sennet . Exeunt all but BRUTUS and CASSIUS . Cas . Will you go see the order ...
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William Shakespeare Brainerd Kellogg. Be not deceived : if I have veiled my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself . Vexèd I am , Of late , with passions of some difference , Conceptions only proper to myself ...
William Shakespeare Brainerd Kellogg. Be not deceived : if I have veiled my look , I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself . Vexèd I am , Of late , with passions of some difference , Conceptions only proper to myself ...
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... look on both indifferently : For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favor . 90 00 Well , honor is the subject ...
... look on both indifferently : For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death . Cas . I know that virtue to be in you , Brutus , As well as I do know your outward favor . 90 00 Well , honor is the subject ...
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... look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calpurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being ...
... look you , Cassius , The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow , And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calpurnia's cheek is pale ; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes , As we have seen him in the Capitol , Being ...
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... looks so sad ? Casca . Why , you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask Casca what had chanced . Casca . Why , there was a crown offered him : and being offered him , he put it by with the back of his hand , thus ...
... looks so sad ? Casca . Why , you were with him , were you not ? Bru . I should not then ask Casca what had chanced . Casca . Why , there was a crown offered him : and being offered him , he put it by with the back of his hand , thus ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Abbott adjective Alarum Antony's ARTEMIDORUS bear blood Brutus and Cassius Brutus's Cæs Caius Calpurnia Capitol Casca Cassius Cassius's Cato cents 25 cents character Cicero Cinna Citizens Clitus conspiracy conspirators crown Decius deed dost doth drama enemy English Enter BRUTUS evil Exeunt Exit eyes fear followed friends Gentlemen of Verona give gods grief Hamlet hand hast hath hear heart hence honor ides of March Julius Cæsar Lepidus Ligarius live look lord Lucilius Lucius Lupercal Marcus Brutus Mark Antony means Messala Metellus Cimber mind nature never night noble Brutus noun Octavius Philippi phrase Pindarus play Plutarch poet Pompey Pompey's Portia Publius Reënter Roman Rome SCENE sect senators sense Shake Shakespeare shout speak spirit stand sword tell thee things thou art thought Titinius to-day TREBONIUS unto verb Volumnius word wrong
Passagens conhecidas
Página 101 - 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. 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 dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
Página 47 - 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...
Página 96 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 45 - 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 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 39 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone l Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Página 53 - And yesterday the bird of night did sit Even at noon-day upon the market-place, Hooting and shrieking. When these prodigies Do so conjointly meet, let not men say ' These are their reasons : they are natural : ' For, I believe, they are portentous things Unto the climate that they point upon.
Página 44 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink." I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear...
Página 99 - 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 74 - 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 ; 35 Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Página 45 - 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.