The Tragedy of Julius Caesar: As Originally Performed by Shakespeare's CompanyHarper & brothers, 1898 - 133 Seiten |
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... friends respecting Lucius Pella and the refusal of the money , the dissension of the two con cerning the decisive battle , their conversation about suicide , the appearance of Brutus's evil genius , the mistakes in the * Bunnett's ...
... friends respecting Lucius Pella and the refusal of the money , the dissension of the two con cerning the decisive battle , their conversation about suicide , the appearance of Brutus's evil genius , the mistakes in the * Bunnett's ...
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... friends , and Cassius's death by the same sword with which he killed Cæsar - all is taken from Plutarch's narrative , from which the poet had only to omit whatever destroyed the unity of the action . " The period of the action of the ...
... friends , and Cassius's death by the same sword with which he killed Cæsar - all is taken from Plutarch's narrative , from which the poet had only to omit whatever destroyed the unity of the action . " The period of the action of the ...
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... friends of liberty trust to the professions of others because they are themselves sincere , and endeavour to reconcile the public good with the least possible hurt to its enemies , who have no regard to anything but their own ...
... friends of liberty trust to the professions of others because they are themselves sincere , and endeavour to reconcile the public good with the least possible hurt to its enemies , who have no regard to anything but their own ...
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... friends one by one , Brutus says , " They are all welcome . What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night ? Cassius . Shall I entreat a word ? [ Brutus and Cassius whisper . Decius . Here lies the east : doth ...
... friends one by one , Brutus says , " They are all welcome . What watchful cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your eyes and night ? Cassius . Shall I entreat a word ? [ Brutus and Cassius whisper . Decius . Here lies the east : doth ...
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... friends , by a true exhibi- tion of Cæsar's greatness and Cæsar's virtues . The poet chose another course . And are ... friend he is an actor : " I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd Than what I fear ; for always I am Cæsar . " When ...
... friends , by a true exhibi- tion of Cæsar's greatness and Cæsar's virtues . The poet chose another course . And are ... friend he is an actor : " I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd Than what I fear ; for always I am Cæsar . " When ...
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Seite 44 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour 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,
Seite 84 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have 1 offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Seite 43 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Seite 90 - 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, And bid them speak for me...
Seite 90 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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 publick leave to speak of him.
Seite 82 - 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...
Seite 87 - 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.
Seite 38 - 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 ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite 88 - 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!
Seite 76 - But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament. The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks, They are all fire, and every one doth shine ; But there's but one in all doth hold his place...