The Tragedy of Julius Caesar: As Originally Performed by Shakespeare's CompanyHarper & brothers, 1898 - 133 Seiten |
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... things — and in such times the guiding finger of God is more obviously ap- parent than at others . [ From Gervinus's " Shakespeare Commentaries . " * ] The fidelity of Shakespeare to his source [ Plutarch ] justi fies us in saying that ...
... things — and in such times the guiding finger of God is more obviously ap- parent than at others . [ From Gervinus's " Shakespeare Commentaries . " * ] The fidelity of Shakespeare to his source [ Plutarch ] justi fies us in saying that ...
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... thing he betrays his fear . Even in the places where his words sound most boastful , where he compares himself with the north star , there is more arrogance and ill - concealed pride at work than real boastfulness . It is intended there ...
... thing he betrays his fear . Even in the places where his words sound most boastful , where he compares himself with the north star , there is more arrogance and ill - concealed pride at work than real boastfulness . It is intended there ...
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... thing The heart of woman is ! O , I grow faint , " etc. There is another beautiful incident related by Plutarch which could not well be dramatized . When Brutus and Por- tia parted for the last time in the island of Nisida , she re ...
... thing The heart of woman is ! O , I grow faint , " etc. There is another beautiful incident related by Plutarch which could not well be dramatized . When Brutus and Por- tia parted for the last time in the island of Nisida , she re ...
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... things ! 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 ...
... things ! 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 ...
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... by reflection by some other things . Cassius . ' T is just ; And it is very much lamented , Brutus , That you have no such mirrors as will turn 50 Your hidden worthiness into your eye , That you might ACT I. SCENE II . 4I.
... by reflection by some other things . Cassius . ' T is just ; And it is very much lamented , Brutus , That you have no such mirrors as will turn 50 Your hidden worthiness into your eye , That you might ACT I. SCENE II . 4I.
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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...