The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Vydání 12G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Strana 7
... triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool : behold and see . Cleo . If it be love indeed , tell me how much . Ant . There's beggary in the love that can be Cleo . I'll set a bourn how far to be. reckon'd .
... triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool : behold and see . Cleo . If it be love indeed , tell me how much . Ant . There's beggary in the love that can be Cleo . I'll set a bourn how far to be. reckon'd .
Strana 11
... tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to - night , shall be - drunk to bed . Iras . There's a palm presages chastity , if nothing else . Char . Even as the o'erflowing Nilus ...
... tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to - night , shall be - drunk to bed . Iras . There's a palm presages chastity , if nothing else . Char . Even as the o'erflowing Nilus ...
Strana 12
... tell her but a worky - day fortune . Sooth . Your fortunes are alike . Iras . But how , but how ? give me particulars . Sooth . I have said . Iras . Am I not an inch of fortune better than she ? Char . Well , if you were but an inch of ...
... tell her but a worky - day fortune . Sooth . Your fortunes are alike . Iras . But how , but how ? give me particulars . Sooth . I have said . Iras . Am I not an inch of fortune better than she ? Char . Well , if you were but an inch of ...
Strana 29
... tell them , his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy : but between both : O heavenly mingle ! -Be'st thou sad , or merry , The violence of either thee becomes ; So does it no man else . -Met'st thou my posts ? Alex . Ay , madam ...
... tell them , his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy : but between both : O heavenly mingle ! -Be'st thou sad , or merry , The violence of either thee becomes ; So does it no man else . -Met'st thou my posts ? Alex . Ay , madam ...
Strana 41
... tell you : The barge she sat in , like a burnish'd throne , Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails , and so perfumed , that The winds were love - sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of ...
... tell you : The barge she sat in , like a burnish'd throne , Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails , and so perfumed , that The winds were love - sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of ...
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Agrippa Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ARVIRAGUS Attendants Belarius blood boys Britain Britons brother burgonet Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cloten Cymbeline dead death do't Dolabella doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hence honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Iras is't JOHNSON Julius Cæsar king lady Leonatus Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony master Mess Messenger mistress musick never noble o'the Octa Octavia on't Parthia Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray Proculeius queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Sextus Pompeius Shakspeare Sold soldier speak STEEVENS strange sword tell thee There's thine thing Thou art thou hast villain WARBURTON What's word Сут
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Strana 42 - The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Strana 24 - It hath been taught us from the primal state That he which is was wish'd until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Strana 271 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 267 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st : In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf 'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Strana 149 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass Unpolicied ! CHAR. O eastern star ! CLEO. Peace, peace ! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep ? CHAR.
Strana 269 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Strana 148 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Strana 152 - Take up her bed, And bear her women from the monument:— She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented.
Strana 318 - The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ; The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Strana 238 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; * whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states,1 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.