The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra. Troilus and CressidaGinn & Heath, 1881 |
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Pagina 10
... Look where they come : Take but good note , and you shall see in him The triple 2 pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's Fool : 3 behold and see . Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA , with their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her . Cleo ...
... Look where they come : Take but good note , and you shall see in him The triple 2 pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's Fool : 3 behold and see . Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA , with their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her . Cleo ...
Pagina 10
... Look where they come : Take but good note , and you shall see in him The triple 2 pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's Fool : 3 behold and see . Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA , with their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her . Cleo ...
... Look where they come : Take but good note , and you shall see in him The triple 2 pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's Fool : 3 behold and see . Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA , with their Trains ; Eunuchs fanning her . Cleo ...
Pagina 15
... look upon him : go with us . [ Exeunt . Enter ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants . Mess . Fulvia thy wife first came into the field . Ant . Against my brother Lucius ? Mess . Ay : But soon that war had end SCENE II . 15 ANTONY AND ...
... look upon him : go with us . [ Exeunt . Enter ANTONY with a Messenger and Attendants . Mess . Fulvia thy wife first came into the field . Ant . Against my brother Lucius ? Mess . Ay : But soon that war had end SCENE II . 15 ANTONY AND ...
Pagina 23
... Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awaked ; at the last , best : See when and where she died . O most false love ! Cleo . Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water ? 10 Now I see ...
... Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awaked ; at the last , best : See when and where she died . O most false love ! Cleo . Where be the sacred vials thou shouldst fill With sorrowful water ? 10 Now I see ...
Pagina 24
... look Like perfect honour . Ant . You'll heat my blood ! no more ! And target . - Still he mends ; Cleo . You can do better yet ; but this is meetly.14 Ant . Now , by my sword , Cleo . But this is not the best : look , pr'ythee ...
... look Like perfect honour . Ant . You'll heat my blood ! no more ! And target . - Still he mends ; Cleo . You can do better yet ; but this is meetly.14 Ant . Now , by my sword , Cleo . But this is not the best : look , pr'ythee ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Agrippa Ajax Alexas Cæs Cæsar Calchas called Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Collier's second folio Corrected Cres Cressida death Diomed DIOMEDES doth Dyce Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool foot-note fortune friends give gods Grecian Greek Guard hand Hanmer hath hear heart Hect Hector Helen honour Iras Julius Cæsar King kiss lady Lepidus lord madam Mark Antony meaning Menelaus Mess Nest Nestor noble Octavia old copies old text original reads Pandarus Patr Patroclus play Plutarch Poet Pompey praise pray Priam prince Proculeius quarto Queen SCENE sense Shakespeare Sold soldier speak speech sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thing thou art thou hast thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss unto Walker What's word
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Pagina 46 - 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. For her own person, It...
Pagina 45 - 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.
Pagina 272 - I do not strain at the position, It is familiar; but at the author's drift: Who, in his circumstance," expressly proves — That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his...
Pagina 162 - Take up her bed, And bear her women from the monument:— She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented.
Pagina 219 - In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Pagina 274 - O'errun and trampled on: then what they do in present Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Pagina 158 - Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done? Come then and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell. [Kisses them. Iras falls and dies. Have I the aspic in my lips? Dost fall? If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, Which hurts, and is desired.
Pagina 147 - 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 quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Pagina 47 - Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the LORD our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
Pagina 276 - Plutus' gold ; Finds bottom in the uncomprehensive deeps ; Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods, Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles. There is a mystery (with whom relation Durst never meddle) in the soul of state ; Which hath an operation more divine Than breath or pen can give expressure to...