Julius CaesarAinsworth, 1901 - 115 Seiten |
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... thou art mine , " thus craftily tricking the gods into making the omen good instead of evil . As our senator goes home , the wagons have disappeared , except a few that are carrying stone for the construction of the Curia Julia , which ...
... thou art mine , " thus craftily tricking the gods into making the omen good instead of evil . As our senator goes home , the wagons have disappeared , except a few that are carrying stone for the construction of the Curia Julia , which ...
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... art thou ? First Com . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule ?. What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? You , sir , what trade are you ? Sec . Com . Truly , sir , in respect mote ...
... art thou ? First Com . Why , sir , a carpenter . Mar. Where is thy leather apron and thy rule ?. What dost thou with thy best apparel on ? You , sir , what trade are you ? Sec . Com . Truly , sir , in respect mote ...
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... thou by that ? mend me , thou saucy fellow ! Sec . Com . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 20 Sec . Com . Truly , sir , all that I live by is with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor wo ...
... thou by that ? mend me , thou saucy fellow ! Sec . Com . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 20 Sec . Com . Truly , sir , all that I live by is with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor wo ...
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... thou art shamed ! 150 Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her ...
... thou art shamed ! 150 Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age , since the great flood , But it was famed with more than with one man ? When could they say till now , that talk'd of Rome , That her ...
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... thou art noble ; yet , I see , Thy honorable metal may be wrought From that it is disposed : therefore it is meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes ; For who so firm that cannot be seduced ? Cæsar doth bear me hard ; but he ...
... thou art noble ; yet , I see , Thy honorable metal may be wrought From that it is disposed : therefore it is meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes ; For who so firm that cannot be seduced ? Cæsar doth bear me hard ; but he ...
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Seite 56 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Seite 23 - How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him?— That;— And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Seite 62 - 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.
Seite 61 - 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...
Seite 11 - 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 3 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey ? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Seite 53 - Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. 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 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Seite 73 - There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me...
Seite 10 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art...