 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 736 str.
...there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. [Faints. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Irat. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady, — Iras....— Char. Peace, peace, Iras ! Cleo. No more, but e'en(131) a woman, and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares.... | |
 | Delia Salter Bacon - 1857 - 706 str.
...it. It is a figure of speech and intensifies the affirmative with its irony. ' This a consul ? No.' ' No more, but e'en a woman, and COMMANDED By such poor...the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares.' [QUEEN.] ' Give me that man that is not passion's slave. Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 str.
...quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady ! — Iras. Madam ! — Char. Oh 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 their's, Till they had stolen... | |
 | Mrs. Jameson (Anna) - 1858 - 364 str.
...Antony, and is recalled to life by the cries of her women — IRAS. Royal Egypt— empress ! CLEOPATRA. No more, but e'en a woman !' and commanded By such...the meanest chares. — It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that our world did equal theirs Till they had stolen our... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 str.
...Egypt ! Empress ! — CHAB. Peace, peace, Iras ! [commanded CLEO. No more, but e'en * a woman, and actions would grow wondrous single : your abilities...are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stol'n... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 str.
...Egypt ! Empress ! — CHAB. Peace, peace, Iras ! [commanded CLEO. No more, but e'en * a woman, and ~\ He's not yet through warm : '' force him with praises : pour in, pour in ; his ambition is dry. ULYSS sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stol'n... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1861 - 510 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 theirs, Till they had stolen... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 578 str.
...dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady, — Iras. Madam, — Char. O madam, madam, madam ! Iras. Eoyal Egypt! Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No...the meanest chares.* — It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them, that this werld did equal theirs, Till they had stolen... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1862 - 496 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 !...! Cleo. No more, but e'en a woman ; and commanded To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 str.
...madam, madam ! Iras. Royal Egypt ! Emperess ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No more, but e'en wa woman ; and commanded By such poor passion as the...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... | |
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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. 
