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Aaron Act II Andronicus Antony Appears bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassius cause Char Cleo Cleopatra comes Coriolanus dead death deed doth emperor enemy Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fall fear fight follow fortune friends give gods gone Guard hand hath hear heard heart honour keep Lavinia leave live look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark matter mean Mess mother never night noble once peace poor pray present queen Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv Sold soldier sons speak stand stay strange sweet sword tears tell thee things thou thou hast thought Titus tongue tribunes true turn voices worthy
Сторінка 185 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Сторінка 205 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Сторінка 146 - 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.
Сторінка 189 - Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. 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...
Сторінка 259 - 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.
Сторінка 337 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Сторінка 159 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Сторінка 188 - 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 Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Сторінка 187 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.