...was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody Treason flourished over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel...Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors. [He removes the mantle to reveal the corpse. O piteous spectacle!...

...ingratitude; and as for Pompey's statue, if it did not actually run blood, it might well have done. O! what a fall was there, my countrymen; Then I, and...you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O! now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity. ... What were Brutus'...

For the Renaissance, all the world may have been a stage and all its people players, but Shakespeare was also an actor on the literal stage. Meredith Anne Skura asks what it ...

...ran blood, great Caesar fell. (184-190) Antony's re-creation becomes a mockery of the ritual bond: O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and...you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity. (191-195) The crowd...

...Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Cxsar fell. O, what a fail itless As water in a sieve- give not me counsel; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear Bu Hour isht over us. O, now you weep; and, i perceive, you feel The dint of j.nty : these arc gracious...

Organized by topic, offers approximately three thousand familiar and little-known quotations from Shakespeare's plays and poems.

Jane Armstrongwas born and brought up in North London. She was commissioning editor for the publishers of the Arden Shakespeare, working on their literature list and founding ...

...'was there, my countrymenl Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel...vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors. Antony plucks off the matale FIRST PLEBEIAN O piteous spectacle!...

...no-política, n. Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, / Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. 12. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! /Then I, and you, and all of us fell down. [III.ii.i92-93] no quería ser despedazado por sus buenos versos, o incluso por los grandiosos. Julio...

...his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue (Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell. 195 O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and...you feel The dint of pity. These are gracious drops. 200 Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here! Here...