King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Volumen4Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 - 78 páginas |
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... Brutus , I have much mistook your passion , By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius ; for the eye sees not itself ...
... Brutus , I have much mistook your passion , By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value , worthy cogitations . Tell me , good Brutus , can you see your face ? Bru . No , Cassius ; for the eye sees not itself ...
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... Brutus To our party Cas . Be you content . -Good Cinna , take this pa- per : — And look you lay it in the prætor's chair , Where Brutus may but find it ; and throw this In at his window ; set this up with wax Upon old Brutus ' statue ...
... Brutus To our party Cas . Be you content . -Good Cinna , take this pa- per : — And look you lay it in the prætor's chair , Where Brutus may but find it ; and throw this In at his window ; set this up with wax Upon old Brutus ' statue ...
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... Brutus . Enter Portia . Por . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? —wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your health , thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning . Por . Nor for yours neither . — You've ...
... Brutus . Enter Portia . Por . Brutus , my lord ! Bru . Portia , what mean you ? —wherefore rise you now ? It is not for your health , thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw cold morning . Por . Nor for yours neither . — You've ...
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... Brutus . Within the bond of marriage , tell me , Brutus , Is it excepted , I should know no secrets That appertain to you ? am I yourself , But , as it were , in sort or limitation ? To keep with you at meals , consort your bed , And ...
... Brutus . Within the bond of marriage , tell me , Brutus , Is it excepted , I should know no secrets That appertain to you ? am I yourself , But , as it were , in sort or limitation ? To keep with you at meals , consort your bed , And ...
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... Brutus , did my master bid me kneel ; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ; [ Kneeling . And , being prostrate , thus he bade me say . Brutus is noble , wise , valiant , and honest ; Cæsar was mighty , royal , bold , and loving : Say ...
... Brutus , did my master bid me kneel ; Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall down ; [ Kneeling . And , being prostrate , thus he bade me say . Brutus is noble , wise , valiant , and honest ; Cæsar was mighty , royal , bold , and loving : Say ...
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Página 5 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 3 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The 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.
Página 36 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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.
Página 77 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Página 39 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Página 59 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 38 - 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Página 39 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 35 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...