The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 6Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief , And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief , whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n From ...
... the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief , And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief , whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief , That feeds and breeds by a composture stol'n From ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volume 6 William Shakespeare Affichage du livre entier - 1883 |
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Page 657 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 657 - 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 442 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 620 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Page 632 - 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 668 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Page 387 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Page 656 - 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...
Page 620 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If 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...
Page 622 - 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 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. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,...