Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Troilus and CressidaBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1867 |
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... matters , nor women's matters ; but withal I am , indeed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great danger , I recover them . As proper men as ever trod upon neat's - leather have gone upon my handiwork . Flav . But ...
... matters , nor women's matters ; but withal I am , indeed , sir , a surgeon to old shoes ; when they are in great danger , I recover them . As proper men as ever trod upon neat's - leather have gone upon my handiwork . Flav . But ...
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... matter ; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies . I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ...
... matter ; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies . I'll about , And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too , where you perceive them thick . These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing Will make him fly an ...
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... matter is . Cæs . Antonius ! Ant . Cæsar ? Cæs . Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek - headed men , and such as sleep o ' nights : Yond ' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous . Ant ...
... matter is . Cæs . Antonius ! Ant . Cæsar ? Cæs . Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek - headed men , and such as sleep o ' nights : Yond ' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous . Ant ...
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... matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Cæsar ! But , O , grief ! Where hast thou led me ? I , perhaps , speak this Before a willing bondman : then I know My answer must be made : but I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent ...
... matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Cæsar ! But , O , grief ! Where hast thou led me ? I , perhaps , speak this Before a willing bondman : then I know My answer must be made : but I am arm'd , And dangers are to me indifferent ...
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... matter ; Enjoy the honey - heavy dew of slumber : Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men : Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean ...
... matter ; Enjoy the honey - heavy dew of slumber : Thou hast no figures , nor no fantasies , Which busy care draws in the brains of men : Therefore thou sleep'st so sound . Por . Enter PORTIA . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean ...
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Page 51 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Page 245 - Office, and custom, in all line of order: And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents?
Page 56 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, 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.
Page 9 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" — Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did, — The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Page 71 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire: Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Page 75 - 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.
Page 24 - 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.
Page 35 - 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.
Page 55 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, 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 Caesar.
Page 58 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.