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nos 1. F?!!! Anya r is 19 T FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen !_lend me your ears. I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.' " ' .1! The evil that men do lives after them ;
He was my friend, faithful and just to me-
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If you have tears, prepare to shed them nowita oT You all do know this mantle? I remember or [191 The first time ever-Cæsar put it on ;/13 He stop weile 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent-uswoni That day he overcame the Nervii ! bid bni Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through! See what a rent the envious Casca made! i bivoli Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabbid to a And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, 912 9111 Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it! As rushing out of doors to be resolv'd If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no d e ']
For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsar's angels Judge, O ye gods, how dearly Cæsar lov'd him! ali This, this was the unkindest cut of all ; : 100 dages For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab! Dan Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, ... 101 Quite vanquish'd him. Then burst his mighty heart; And in his mantle muffling up his face, tugis bort Even at the base of Pompey's statue s t ll"}isa bois Which all the while ran blood-Great Cæsar fell !!, Oh what a fall was there, my countrymen !,!ins Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down ;-s4 speed Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us! nega messa Oh, now you weep, and I perceive you feel 10. bis The dint of pity: these are gracious drops ! ITT Kind souls! what! weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ?-look you hered. Here is himself-marr'd as you see, by traitors !
Good friends! sweet friends ! let me not stir you To such a sudden flood of mutiny! . ,' to'p up They that have done this deed are honourable! What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not, That made them do it: they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reason answer you..., "'; 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 loves his 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, 1,!? Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, srps! To stip men's blood: I only speak right on!, si I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb
mouths!01:3) Uvin 71-.han,"?js .sus. And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus,': ! And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony's ofrece Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue : czy In every wound of Cæsar, that should move." T1 The stones of Rome to rise in mutiny! to res bil ze ji b'moli ligjit,;": ferritej til Shakspeare:
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ticed in the introduction, p. 25. We consider the two parts into which it is divided as intimately connected ;--that there is no idea beyond him, to which the speaker wishes the hearer to give attention"; and, consequently, ie the falling inflection, which, usless governed by emphasis, unexceptionably acts on the principle of complete sense, is inevitable;" in other words, that alll such negative members necessarily dengand the falling inflection. ju8
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- Por no Sistot route Wizard. Lochiel ! Lochiel ! beware of the day? When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, i And the clans of Culloden are scatter'd in fight: .
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scorn ? Basebnosti pro " pos. Tad Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn! Say, rush'd the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home in the dark-rolling clouds of the
north, miks ..!! Prito Lo! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad;. But down let him stoop from his havoc on high !". Ah! home let him speed—for the spoiler is nigh.”, Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast !
Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyry, that beacons the darkness of heaven, Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlement's height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling all lonely-return! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Lochiel.False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshall'd my clan:"
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