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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... play'd as I pleas'd , Making and marring fortunes . You did know How much you were my conqueror ; and that My sword , made weak by my affection , would Obey it on all cause . Cleo . Pardon , pardon ! Ant . Fall not a tear , I say : one ...
... play'd as I pleas'd , Making and marring fortunes . You did know How much you were my conqueror ; and that My sword , made weak by my affection , would Obey it on all cause . Cleo . Pardon , pardon ! Ant . Fall not a tear , I say : one ...
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... play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph.- Nay , weep not , gentle Eros ; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves . Enter MARDIAN . She has robb'd me of my sword . Mar. O , thy vile lady ! No , Antony ; My mistress lov'd thee , and ...
... play'd my glory Unto an enemy's triumph.- Nay , weep not , gentle Eros ; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves . Enter MARDIAN . She has robb'd me of my sword . Mar. O , thy vile lady ! No , Antony ; My mistress lov'd thee , and ...
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... To meet Mark Antony . — Sirrah , Iras , go . Now , noble Charmian , we'll dispatch indeed ; And , when thou hast done this chare , I'll give thee leave To play till dooms - day . — Bring our 124 ACT V. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... To meet Mark Antony . — Sirrah , Iras , go . Now , noble Charmian , we'll dispatch indeed ; And , when thou hast done this chare , I'll give thee leave To play till dooms - day . — Bring our 124 ACT V. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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... play till dooms - day . — Bring our crown and all . Wherefore's this noise ? [ Exit IRAS . A noise within . Guard . Enter one of the Guard . Here is a rural fellow , That will not be deni'd your Highness ' presence : He brings you figs ...
... play till dooms - day . — Bring our crown and all . Wherefore's this noise ? [ Exit IRAS . A noise within . Guard . Enter one of the Guard . Here is a rural fellow , That will not be deni'd your Highness ' presence : He brings you figs ...
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... play 1 Guard . Char . Enter the Guard , rushing in . Where is the Queen ? Speak softly ; wake her not . 1 Guard . Cæsar hath sent Char Too slow a messenger . [ Applies the asp . O , come ; apace ; dispatch : I partly feel thee . 1 Guard ...
... play 1 Guard . Char . Enter the Guard , rushing in . Where is the Queen ? Speak softly ; wake her not . 1 Guard . Cæsar hath sent Char Too slow a messenger . [ Applies the asp . O , come ; apace ; dispatch : I partly feel thee . 1 Guard ...
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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
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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.