 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 202 str.
...there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. [she faints. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady,...Royal Egypt ! Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cle. No more, but ev'na woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 str.
...is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady !...Char. Peace, peace, Iras ! Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman8; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares9. —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 str.
...faints. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady! Iras. Madam ! Cltar. O madam, madam, madam ! Iras. Royal Egypt ! Empress...the meanest chares. — It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods, To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stolen our... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 str.
...is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady !...Char. Peace, peace, Iras ! Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman8; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares9. —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 str.
...there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon! [She faints. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady!...Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No more, hut e'en a woman ! and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 str.
...is gone* And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady !...Egypt ! Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras ! Cleo. Xo more, but e'en a woman8; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 606 str.
...is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the .visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady !...madam, madam, madam ! Iras. Royal Egypt ! Empress ! VOL. vni. i Char. Peace, peace, Iras ! Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman8; and commanded By such poor... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 str.
...is gone , And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady !...the meanest chares. — It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them , that this world did equal theiis , Till they had stolen... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 570 str.
...0, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char Lady, — Iras. Madam, — Char. 0 madam, madam, madam ! Iras. Royal Egypt ! Empress...chares *. — It were for me To throw my scepter at the injurious gods ; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 str.
...O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady, — Iras. Madam, — Char. О ! ! ! sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen... | |
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No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel. 
