Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. PericlesHilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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Página 46
... hold of his arm . He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators , and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS . Cæs . Et tu , Brute ? 1 - Then , fall , Cæsar . [ Dies . The Senators and People retire in confusion . Cin . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny ...
... hold of his arm . He is then stabbed by several other Conspirators , and at last by MARCUS BRUTUS . Cæs . Et tu , Brute ? 1 - Then , fall , Cæsar . [ Dies . The Senators and People retire in confusion . Cin . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny ...
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... hold up thy heavy eyes awhile , And touch thy instrument a strain or two ? Luc . Ay , my lord , an it please you . Bru . It does , my boy : I trouble thee too much , but thou art willing . Luc . It is my duty , sir . Bru SC . III . ] 75 ...
... hold up thy heavy eyes awhile , And touch thy instrument a strain or two ? Luc . Ay , my lord , an it please you . Bru . It does , my boy : I trouble thee too much , but thou art willing . Luc . It is my duty , sir . Bru SC . III . ] 75 ...
Página 76
... hold thee long ; if I do live , I will be good to thee . [ Music , and a song . This is a sleepy tune : -O murderous slumber ! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace1 upon my boy , That plays thee music ? -Gentle knave , good night ! I will not do ...
... hold thee long ; if I do live , I will be good to thee . [ Music , and a song . This is a sleepy tune : -O murderous slumber ! Lay'st thou thy leaden mace1 upon my boy , That plays thee music ? -Gentle knave , good night ! I will not do ...
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... hold thee , take this garland on thy brow Thy Brutus bid me give it thee , and Í Will do his bidding . - Brutus , come apace , And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.- By your leave , gods . - This is a Roman's part ; Come , Cassius ...
... hold thee , take this garland on thy brow Thy Brutus bid me give it thee , and Í Will do his bidding . - Brutus , come apace , And see how I regarded Caius Cassius.- By your leave , gods . - This is a Roman's part ; Come , Cassius ...
Página 86
... hold up your heads ! Cato . What bastard doth not ? Who will go with me ? - I will proclaim my name about the field : - I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ! A foe to tyrants , and my country's friend ; I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ...
... hold up your heads ! Cato . What bastard doth not ? Who will go with me ? - I will proclaim my name about the field : - I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ! A foe to tyrants , and my country's friend ; I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ...
Términos y frases comunes
Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better 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 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
Pasajes populares
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 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 37 - 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 54 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Página 67 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
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 45 - Tis furnished well with men, And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive ; Yet, in the number, I do know but one That unassailable holds on his rank, Unshaked of motion; and, that I am he, Let me a little show it, even in this ; That I was constant, Cimber should be banished, And constant do remain to keep him so.
Página 13 - Tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; * And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre. 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 ; As a sick girl.