Coriolanus ; Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; King JohnRemington and Company, Limited, 1893 |
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Historical Plays: Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. King John William Shakespeare Podgląd niedostępny - 1883 |
Historical Plays: Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. King John William Shakespeare Podgląd niedostępny - 1883 |
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Antony and Cleopatra Arthur Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Casca Cass Cassius CESAR Char Charmian Citizens Cleo Cominius comp Coriolanus death dost doth Dyce edition enemy ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Falconbridge farewell fear folio follow fortune France friends Fulvia give gods hand hath hear heart heaven Henr Holinshed honour Hubert ibid Julius Cæsar King John lady Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Mess Messala Messenger mother never noble Octavius omitted peace play Plut Plutarch Pompey pray queen Re-enter Rich Richard Richard II Roman Rome SCENE senate Shakspeare Shakspeare's soldier speak spirit stand sword tell thee thine thing Third Cit thou art thou hast Titinius tongue tribunes Volsces Volscians Volumnia Walker words ΙΟ
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Strona 186 - 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...
Strona 181 - There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Strona 406 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strona 186 - 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.
Strona 399 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strona 167 - 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.
Strona 146 - 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: 'tis true, this god did shake ! His coward lips did from their...
Strona 194 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Strona 186 - 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?
Strona 184 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there. And none so poor to do him reverence.