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... thou ? Answer me di- rectly . 2 Cit . A trade , sir , that , I hope , I may use with a safe conscience ; which is , indeed , sir , a mender of bad soals . Mar. What trade , thou knave ? thou naughty knave JULIUS CESAR. ...
... thou ? Answer me di- rectly . 2 Cit . A trade , sir , that , I hope , I may use with a safe conscience ; which is , indeed , sir , a mender of bad soals . Mar. What trade , thou knave ? thou naughty knave JULIUS CESAR. ...
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... thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am ...
... thou saucy fellow ? 2 Cit . Why , sir , cobble you . Flav . Thou art a cobbler , art thou ? 2 Cit . Truly , sir , all that I live by is , with the awl : I meddle with no tradesman's matters , nor women's matters , but with awl . I am ...
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... thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . SCENE IV . The same . Another part of the same street , before the house of Brutus . Enter Portia and Lucius . Por . I pr'ythee , boy ...
... thou read this , O Cæsar , thou may'st live ; If not , the fates with traitors do contrive . [ Exit . SCENE IV . The same . Another part of the same street , before the house of Brutus . Enter Portia and Lucius . Por . I pr'ythee , boy ...
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... thou should'st do there.- O constancy , be strong upon my side ! Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and tongue ! I have a man's mind , but a woman's might . How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! - Art thou here yet ? Luc . Madam ...
... thou should'st do there.- O constancy , be strong upon my side ! Set a huge mountain ' tween my heart and tongue ! I have a man's mind , but a woman's might . How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! - Art thou here yet ? Luc . Madam ...
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... thou hast wounds , Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bay'd , brave hart ; Here didst thou fall ...
... thou hast wounds , Weeping as fast as they stream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius ! -Here wast thou bay'd , brave hart ; Here didst thou fall ...
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Page 23 - 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 12 - ... Would he were fatter ! But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid 200 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 mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater...
Page 50 - 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.
Page 51 - 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 4 - 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...
Page 22 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Page 63 - 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?
Page 187 - Eros ! — I come, my queen. — Eros! — Stay for me : Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ./Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.
Page 119 - ... winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Page 186 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.