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... devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have some aim : How I have thought of this and of these times , I shall recount hereafter ; for this ...
... devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king . Bru . That you do love me , I am nothing jealous ; What you would work me to , I have some aim : How I have thought of this and of these times , I shall recount hereafter ; for this ...
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... devil , That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare ? 280 Speak to me what thou art . Ghost . Thy evil spirit , Brutus . Bru . Why comest thou ? Ghost . To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi . Bru . Well ; then I shall see thee ...
... devil , That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare ? 280 Speak to me what thou art . Ghost . Thy evil spirit , Brutus . Bru . Why comest thou ? Ghost . To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi . Bru . Well ; then I shall see thee ...
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... devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape ; yea , and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy , As he is very potent with such spirits , Abuses me to damn me : I'll have grounds More relative than this : the play ...
... devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape ; yea , and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy , As he is very potent with such spirits , Abuses me to damn me : I'll have grounds More relative than this : the play ...
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... devil himself . King . [ Aside ] O , ' tis too true ! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience ! The harlot's cheek , beautied with plastering art , Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most ...
... devil himself . King . [ Aside ] O , ' tis too true ! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience ! The harlot's cheek , beautied with plastering art , Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most ...
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... devil wear black , for I'll have a suit of sables . O heavens ! die two months ago , and not forgotten yet ? Then there's hope a great man's memory may 140 outlive his life half a year : but , by ' r lady , he must build churches , then ...
... devil wear black , for I'll have a suit of sables . O heavens ! die two months ago , and not forgotten yet ? Then there's hope a great man's memory may 140 outlive his life half a year : but , by ' r lady , he must build churches , then ...
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Página 279 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Página 96 - 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.
Página 215 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 77 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 26 - 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 'em, " Brutus " will start a spirit as soon as
Página 74 - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 79 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Página 204 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 75 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Página 78 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.