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Page 428
... Antony . Bru . Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . - Casca . I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it ; it was mere foolery , I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; - yet ' twas not a crown neither ...
... Antony . Bru . Tell us the manner of it , gentle Casca . - Casca . I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it ; it was mere foolery , I did not mark it . I saw Mark Antony offer him a crown ; - yet ' twas not a crown neither ...
Page 442
... Mark Antony , so well beloved of Cæsar , Should outlive Cæsar . We shall find of him A shrewd contriver , and you know his means , If he improve them , may well stretch so far As to annoy us all ; which to prevent , 442 JULIUS CESAR.
... Mark Antony , so well beloved of Cæsar , Should outlive Cæsar . We shall find of him A shrewd contriver , and you know his means , If he improve them , may well stretch so far As to annoy us all ; which to prevent , 442 JULIUS CESAR.
Page 443
... Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm When Cæsar's head is off . Cas . Yet I fear him , For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar Bru . Alas , good Cassius , do not think of him . If he love Cæsar ...
... Mark Antony , think not of him ; For he can do no more than Cæsar's arm When Cæsar's head is off . Cas . Yet I fear him , For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar Bru . Alas , good Cassius , do not think of him . If he love Cæsar ...
Page 451
... Mark Antony to the senate house , And he shall say you are not well to - day : Let me , upon my knee , prevail in this . Caes . Mark Antony shall say I am not well , And , for thy humor , I will stay at home . Enter DECIUS Here's Decius ...
... Mark Antony to the senate house , And he shall say you are not well to - day : Let me , upon my knee , prevail in this . Caes . Mark Antony shall say I am not well , And , for thy humor , I will stay at home . Enter DECIUS Here's Decius ...
Page 457
... Mark Antony out of the way . [ Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS . and the Senators take their seats . Let him go Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber ? And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar . Brutus , CÆSAR Bru . He is addressed ; press near and ...
... Mark Antony out of the way . [ Exeunt ANTONY and TREBONIUS . and the Senators take their seats . Let him go Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber ? And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar . Brutus , CÆSAR Bru . He is addressed ; press near and ...
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Page 188 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou ; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 241 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Page 409 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Page 472 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 123 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat: Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 326 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 233 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Page 475 - 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 ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths...
Page 248 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 325 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.