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Alarum art thou ARTEMIDORUS battle bear blood Brutus and Cassius Cæs Calpurnia Capitol Casca Cato cents ceremonies Cicero Cinna Clitus conspirators countrymen crown Dardanius death Decius Brutus deed didst dost doth Double Number enemy Enter BRUTUS Enter CÆSAR Exeunt eyes Farewell fear feast of Lupercal fire Fourth Cit friends give gods hand hath Hawthorne's hear heart honour humour ides of March Julius Cæsar Lepidus Longfellow's look lord lov'd Lucil Lucilius Marcus Brutus Mark Antony Messala Metellus Cimber mighty mov'd Nervii night noble Brutus Octavius offer'd Peace Philippi Pindarus Plutarch Poems Portia Publius Re-enter LUCIUS RICHARD GRANT WHITE Roman Rome SCENE senators Shakespeare shout sick Soothsayer speak spirit stand Strato streets sword tell thee thing Third Cit thou art thou hast Titinius to-day to-night traitors Trebonius unto Volumnius word wrong
Seite 70 - 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 dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
Seite 78 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ?— I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 67 - 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.
Seite 60 - 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 18 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony : he hears no music : Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Seite 15 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods !— When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was...
Seite 103 - His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, ' This was a man !
Seite 78 - CAS. That you have wrong'd me doth appear in this: You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Because I knew the man, were slighted off. BRU. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. CAS. In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment.
Seite 14 - I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.