Julius CaesarH. Holt, 1904 - 91 Seiten |
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... blood / ànd áp / prèhén / sive . ” ( Act III . Sc . i . 67. ) The extra syllable is seldom a monosyllable , and still more rarely an emphatic monosyllable . The reason is that as in English we have no enclitics ( viz . , words or ...
... blood / ànd áp / prèhén / sive . ” ( Act III . Sc . i . 67. ) The extra syllable is seldom a monosyllable , and still more rarely an emphatic monosyllable . The reason is that as in English we have no enclitics ( viz . , words or ...
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... blood ? Be gone ! Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of ...
... blood ? Be gone ! Run to your houses , fall upon your knees , Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude . Flav . Go , go , good countrymen , and , for this fault , Assemble all the poor men of ...
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... blood That every Roman bears , and nobly bears , Is guilty of a several bastardy If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him . Cas . But what of Cicero ? shall we sound him ? I think he will stand very ...
... blood That every Roman bears , and nobly bears , Is guilty of a several bastardy If he do break the smallest particle Of any promise that hath pass'd from him . Cas . But what of Cicero ? shall we sound him ? I think he will stand very ...
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... blood : O , that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit , And not dismember Cæsar But , alas , Cæsar must bleed for it ! And , gentle friends , Let's kill him boldly , but not wrathfully ; 150 160 170 Cas . Let's carve him as a dish fit ...
... blood : O , that we then could come by Cæsar's spirit , And not dismember Cæsar But , alas , Cæsar must bleed for it ! And , gentle friends , Let's kill him boldly , but not wrathfully ; 150 160 170 Cas . Let's carve him as a dish fit ...
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... blood upon the Capitol ; The noise of battle hurtled in the air , Horses did neigh and dying men did groan , And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets . O Cæsar ! these things are beyond all use , And I do fear them . What can ...
... blood upon the Capitol ; The noise of battle hurtled in the air , Horses did neigh and dying men did groan , And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets . O Cæsar ! these things are beyond all use , And I do fear them . What can ...
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Seite 20 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Seite xxxv - Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels? You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! 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 livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Seite 46 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Seite 21 - O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast: within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold: If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth: I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart: Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Seite xxxv - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood ? Be gone l Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite lix - 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.
Seite 44 - He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. 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 10 - 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...
Seite 2 - 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 1 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honor; and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.