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Page 276
... Parthia did I take thee prisoner : my face ! And then I swore thee , saving of thy life , That whatsoever I did bid thee do , Thou should'st attempt it . Come now , keep thine oath : Now be a freeman ; and , with this good sword , That ...
... Parthia did I take thee prisoner : my face ! And then I swore thee , saving of thy life , That whatsoever I did bid thee do , Thou should'st attempt it . Come now , keep thine oath : Now be a freeman ; and , with this good sword , That ...
Page 290
... d . Mess . Labienus ( This is stiff news ) hath , with his Parthian force , Extended * Asia from Euphrates ; His conquering banner shook , from Syria * Seized . To Lydia , and to Ionia ; Whilst Ant . 290 [ Аст І. ANTONY AND.
... d . Mess . Labienus ( This is stiff news ) hath , with his Parthian force , Extended * Asia from Euphrates ; His conquering banner shook , from Syria * Seized . To Lydia , and to Ionia ; Whilst Ant . 290 [ Аст І. ANTONY AND.
Page 306
... Parthia : Hark you , Ventidius . Cęs . Męcenas ; ask Agrippa . Lep . I do not know , Noble friends , That which combin'd us was most great , and let not A leaner action rend us . What's amiss , May it be gently heard : When we debate ...
... Parthia : Hark you , Ventidius . Cęs . Męcenas ; ask Agrippa . Lep . I do not know , Noble friends , That which combin'd us was most great , and let not A leaner action rend us . What's amiss , May it be gently heard : When we debate ...
Page 315
... Parthia . - Be it art , or hap , He hath spoken true : The very dice obey him ; And , in our sports , my better cunning faints Under his chance : if we draw lots , he speeds : His cocks do win the battle still of mine , When it is all ...
... Parthia . - Be it art , or hap , He hath spoken true : The very dice obey him ; And , in our sports , my better cunning faints Under his chance : if we draw lots , he speeds : His cocks do win the battle still of mine , When it is all ...
Page 331
... Parthia , art thou struck ; and now Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus ' death Make me revenger . - Bear the king's son's body Before our army : -Thy Pacorus , Orodes * , Pays this for Marcus Crassus . Sil . Noble Ventidius , Whilst ...
... Parthia , art thou struck ; and now Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus ' death Make me revenger . - Bear the king's son's body Before our army : -Thy Pacorus , Orodes * , Pays this for Marcus Crassus . Sil . Noble Ventidius , Whilst ...
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Page 267 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 232 - 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.
Page 250 - 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.
Page 261 - 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"?
Page 209 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 211 - 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 than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Page 262 - I can raise no money by vile means: 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?
Page 187 - Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth 'than others. — My mother bows; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod ; and my young boy Hath an aspe'ct of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.
Page 282 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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,
Page 209 - 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 colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre.