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... Enter CASSIUS . A Roman . Casca , by your voice . Cas . Who's there ? Casca . Cas . Casca . Your ear is good . Cassius , what night is this ! Cas . A very pleasing night to honest men . Casca . Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? Cas ...
... Enter CASSIUS . A Roman . Casca , by your voice . Cas . Who's there ? Casca . Cas . Casca . Your ear is good . Cassius , what night is this ! Cas . A very pleasing night to honest men . Casca . Who ever knew the heavens menace so ? Cas ...
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... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius , ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . Lucius , I say ! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ? awake , I say ! what , Lucius ! Enter ...
... Enter BRUTUS . Bru . What , Lucius , ho ! I cannot , by the progress of the stars , Give guess how near to day . Lucius , I say ! I would it were my fault to sleep so soundly . When , Lucius , when ? awake , I say ! what , Lucius ! Enter ...
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... enter LUCIUS . Luc . The taper burneth in your closet , sir . Searching the window for a flint , I found 12. the general , the com- munity at large . 19. Remorse , considerateness prompted by feeling . 21. proof , experience . 10 20 30 ...
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . The taper burneth in your closet , sir . Searching the window for a flint , I found 12. the general , the com- munity at large . 19. Remorse , considerateness prompted by feeling . 21. proof , experience . 10 20 30 ...
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... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir , there are moe with him . Bru . Do you know them ... enter LUCIUS . Re - enter Servant . SC . I Julius Cæsar.
... enter LUCIUS . Luc . Sir , ' tis your brother Cassius at the door , Who doth desire to see you . Bru . Is he alone ? Luc . No , sir , there are moe with him . Bru . Do you know them ... enter LUCIUS . Re - enter Servant . SC . I Julius Cæsar.
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... enter . [ Exit Lucius . They are the faction . O conspiracy , Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek ...
... enter . [ Exit Lucius . They are the faction . O conspiracy , Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night , When evils are most free ? O , then by day Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage ? Seek ...
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Page 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.
Page 25 - 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. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 144 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't!
Page 236 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused.
Page 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.
Page 41 - I have not slept 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 144 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 78 - 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.