The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 12Little, Brown, 1862 |
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Página 175
... PISANIO takes it up . So much as but to prop him ? Thou tak'st up Thou know'st not what ; but take it for thy labour . It is a thing I made , which hath the King Five times redeem'd from death : I do not know What is more cordial : nay ...
... PISANIO takes it up . So much as but to prop him ? Thou tak'st up Thou know'st not what ; but take it for thy labour . It is a thing I made , which hath the King Five times redeem'd from death : I do not know What is more cordial : nay ...
Página 176
... PISANIO and Ladies . To taste of too . So , so ; well done , well done . The violets , cowslips , and the primroses , Bear to my closet . Think on my words . Pis . Fare thee well , Pisanio ; [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . And shall do ...
... PISANIO and Ladies . To taste of too . So , so ; well done , well done . The violets , cowslips , and the primroses , Bear to my closet . Think on my words . Pis . Fare thee well , Pisanio ; [ Exeunt Queen and Ladies . And shall do ...
Página 177
... PISANIO and IACHIMO . Pis . Madam , a noble gentleman of Rome Comes from my lord with letters . Iach . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your Highness dearly . [ Presents a letter . Imo . You are kindly ...
... PISANIO and IACHIMO . Pis . Madam , a noble gentleman of Rome Comes from my lord with letters . Iach . Change you , madam ? The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your Highness dearly . [ Presents a letter . Imo . You are kindly ...
Página 178
... PISANIO . My man's abode where I did leave him ; he Is strange and peevish . Pis . To give him welcome . I was going , sir , [ Exit PISANIO . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His health , ' be- Iach . seech you ? Well , madam . Imo . Is ...
... PISANIO . My man's abode where I did leave him ; he Is strange and peevish . Pis . To give him welcome . I was going , sir , [ Exit PISANIO . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His health , ' be- Iach . seech you ? Well , madam . Imo . Is ...
Página 181
... Pisanio ! - Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! I do condemn mine ears , that have So long attended thee . — If thou wert honourable , Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue , not For such an end thou seek ...
... Pisanio ! - Iach . Let me my service tender on your lips . Imo . Away ! I do condemn mine ears , that have So long attended thee . — If thou wert honourable , Thou would'st have told this tale for virtue , not For such an end thou seek ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Volume 12 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1865 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Bawd BELARIUS Boult Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza doth Egypt ENOBARBUS Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fortune friends Gent give gods GUIDERIUS hath hear heart Heaven Helicanus honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar King lady Leonatus Lepidus letter lord LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marina Mark Antony master Mess misprint mistress never night noble Note Octavia old copies old editions Parthia passage Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio play Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prince of Tyre PROCULEIUS pronunciation Queen R. G. W. Act rhymes Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare shew sound speak spelling sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tyre word worth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 238 - 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...
Página 27 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny -us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Página 119 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail4 and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Página 36 - 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 flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 119 - ... propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Página 36 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Página 239 - 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. Fear...
Página 111 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Página 129 - Charmian lived but now ; she stood and spake : I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd.
Página 37 - ... the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge.. A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.