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Pagina 15
... Cæsar's palace hall ; Claiming , with kindling brow and cheek , The privilege even there to speak . Nor could Rome's haughty Lord withstand The claim that look preferr'd ; But motion'd , with uplifted hand , The suppliant should be ...
... Cæsar's palace hall ; Claiming , with kindling brow and cheek , The privilege even there to speak . Nor could Rome's haughty Lord withstand The claim that look preferr'd ; But motion'd , with uplifted hand , The suppliant should be ...
Pagina 62
... Cæsar's , to him I say that Brutus's love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand , why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar ...
... Cæsar's , to him I say that Brutus's love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand , why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar ...
Pagina 118
... Cæsar , 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 Cæsar ! The noble Brutus Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious . If it were so , it was a grievous fault ...
... Cæsar , 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 Cæsar ! The noble Brutus Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious . If it were so , it was a grievous fault ...
Pagina 119
... Cæsar ; I found it in his closet ; ' tis his will . Let but the commons hear this testament , ( Which , pardon me , I do not mean to read , ) And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood- Yea ...
... Cæsar ; I found it in his closet ; ' tis his will . Let but the commons hear this testament , ( Which , pardon me , I do not mean to read , ) And they would go and kiss dead Cæsar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood- Yea ...
Pagina 120
... Cæsar's wounds , póor , poor , dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me . But , were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The ...
... Cæsar's wounds , póor , poor , dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me . But , were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
Pagina 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Pagina 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Pagina 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Pagina 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pagina 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Pagina 118 - 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 ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Pagina 120 - 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...
Pagina 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Pagina 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...