PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... Brutus says , he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man . You all did see , that , on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown , [ tion ? Which he did thrice refuse . Was this ambi- Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ...
... Brutus says , he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honorable man . You all did see , that , on the Lupercal , I thrice presented him a kingly crown , [ tion ? Which he did thrice refuse . Was this ambi- Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ...
Page 69
... Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar , Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue And let me show you him that made the will . In ev'ry wound of Cæsar , that should move Shall I descend ...
... Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Then make a ring about the corpse of Cæsar , Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue And let me show you him that made the will . In ev'ry wound of Cæsar , that should move Shall I descend ...
Page 70
... Brutus : I said an elder soldier , not a better . Did I say better ? — I Bru . If you did , I care not . Cas . When Cæsar liv'd , he durst not thus have mov'd me . [ tempted him . Bru . Peace , peace ; you durst not so have Cas . I ...
... Brutus : I said an elder soldier , not a better . Did I say better ? — I Bru . If you did , I care not . Cas . When Cæsar liv'd , he durst not thus have mov'd me . [ tempted him . Bru . Peace , peace ; you durst not so have Cas . I ...
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