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Achilles Ægypt Æne Æneas Agamemnon Ajax blood brother Brutus Cæfar Cæsar CaJJius call'd Casar Casca Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cymbeline death Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Antony Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid Farewel fleep fool fortune friends give Gods Grecian Guiderius hand Hark hast hath hear heart heav'ns HeBor Hector Helen honour Imogen Julius Cæsar King lady Lepidus lise look lord Lucius Madam Mark Antony matter Menelaus Meſ morrow muſt night noble Pandarus Patroclus Pleb Pompey Pr'ythee pray Priam Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE changes sear sellow ſhall ſhe shew ſhould sield sight sirst soldier speak ſuch sweet sword tell thee Ther there's theſe thing thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Trojan true what's word
Sivu 54 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Sivu 170 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Sivu 60 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Sivu 12 - 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 Caesar.
Sivu 186 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Sivu 51 - 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.
Sivu 83 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Sivu 178 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.