The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Հատոր 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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Արդյունքներ 63–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Queen of Egypt . Octavia , Sifter to Cæfar , and Wife to Antony . Charmian , Attendants on Cleopatra . › Iras , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE , difperfed ; in feveral parts of the Roman Empire . ANTONY ...
... Queen of Egypt . Octavia , Sifter to Cæfar , and Wife to Antony . Charmian , Attendants on Cleopatra . › Iras , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE , difperfed ; in feveral parts of the Roman Empire . ANTONY ...
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... queen , Thou blufheft , Antony ; and that blood of thine Is Cæfar's homager : elfe fo thy cheek pays fhame , When thrill - tongu'd Fulvia fcolds . - The meffengers . Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt ! and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire ...
... queen , Thou blufheft , Antony ; and that blood of thine Is Cæfar's homager : elfe fo thy cheek pays fhame , When thrill - tongu'd Fulvia fcolds . - The meffengers . Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt ! and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire ...
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... queen ! Whom every thing becomes , to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whofe every paffion fully strives To make itself , in thee , fair and admir'd ! No meffenger ; but thine and all alone , To - night , we'll wander through the streets ...
... queen ! Whom every thing becomes , to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whofe every paffion fully strives To make itself , in thee , fair and admir'd ! No meffenger ; but thine and all alone , To - night , we'll wander through the streets ...
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... a cuckold , they would make themselves whores , but they'd do't . Eno . Hufh ! here comes Antony . Chart Not he , the queen . Enter CLEOPATRA . Cleo . Saw you my lord ? Eno . Eno . No , lady . Cleo . Was he ANTONY AND CLEOPA.
... a cuckold , they would make themselves whores , but they'd do't . Eno . Hufh ! here comes Antony . Chart Not he , the queen . Enter CLEOPATRA . Cleo . Saw you my lord ? Eno . Eno . No , lady . Cleo . Was he ANTONY AND CLEOPA.
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... queen break off ; Ten thousand harms , more than the ills I know , My idleness doth hatch . - How now ! Enobarbus ! Enter ENOBARBUS . Eno . What's your pleasure , fir ? Ant . I muft with hafte from hence . Eno . Why , then , we kill all ...
... queen break off ; Ten thousand harms , more than the ills I know , My idleness doth hatch . - How now ! Enobarbus ! Enter ENOBARBUS . Eno . What's your pleasure , fir ? Ant . I muft with hafte from hence . Eno . Why , then , we kill all ...
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Էջ 64 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Էջ 9 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Էջ 51 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Էջ 45 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Էջ 51 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
Էջ 60 - O Cassius ! you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Էջ 78 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Էջ 174 - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us.
Էջ 49 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Էջ 81 - O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.