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Page 174
... Clot . If my fhirt were bloody , then to fhift it- Have I hurt him ? 2 Lord . No , ' faith ; not fo much as his patience . 2 [ Afide . I Lord . Hurt him ? his body's a paffable carcase , if he be not hurt . It is a thoroughfare for ...
... Clot . If my fhirt were bloody , then to fhift it- Have I hurt him ? 2 Lord . No , ' faith ; not fo much as his patience . 2 [ Afide . I Lord . Hurt him ? his body's a paffable carcase , if he be not hurt . It is a thoroughfare for ...
Page 175
... Clot . And that she should love this fellow , and refuse me ! - 2 Lord . If it be a fin to make a true election ... Clot . Cóme , I'll to my chamber : ' would there had been fome hurt done ! 2 Lord . I with not fo , unless it had been ...
... Clot . And that she should love this fellow , and refuse me ! - 2 Lord . If it be a fin to make a true election ... Clot . Cóme , I'll to my chamber : ' would there had been fome hurt done ! 2 Lord . I with not fo , unless it had been ...
Page 189
... Clot . AS there ever man had fuch luck ! when I kifs'd the jack upon an up - cast , to be hit away ! I had an ... Clot . Clot . When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear , Sc . 1 . 189 CYMBELINE .
... Clot . AS there ever man had fuch luck ! when I kifs'd the jack upon an up - cast , to be hit away ! I had an ... Clot . Clot . When a gentleman is difpos'd to fwear , Sc . 1 . 189 CYMBELINE .
Page 190
... Clot . I am not vex'd more at any thing in the earth , a pox on't ! I had rather not be fo noble as I am ; they dare ... Clot . Say'ft thou ? 2 Lord . It is not fit your Lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to ...
... Clot . I am not vex'd more at any thing in the earth , a pox on't ! I had rather not be fo noble as I am ; they dare ... Clot . Say'ft thou ? 2 Lord . It is not fit your Lordship should undertake every companion that you give offence to ...
Page 193
... Clot . It would make any man cold to lofe . I Lord . But not every man patient , after the noble temper of your Lordship ; you are most hot and furious when you win . Clot . Winning will put any man into courage : if I could get this ...
... Clot . It would make any man cold to lofe . I Lord . But not every man patient , after the noble temper of your Lordship ; you are most hot and furious when you win . Clot . Winning will put any man into courage : if I could get this ...
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Page 19 - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd:— How that might change his nature, there's the question. It is the bright day, that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Page 46 - 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.
Page 47 - 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...
Page 46 - 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 55 - Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not: he was but a fool that brought My answer back.
Page 42 - CAESAR'S body. Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony: who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not?
Page 47 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, 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.
Page 45 - 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 279 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Page 153 - 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.