Shakspeare's Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra: With Alterations, and with Additions from DrydenJ. Barker, 1813 - 71 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9
... Char . Madam , methinks , if you did love hima dearly , You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him . Gle . What fhould I do I do not ? Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cle . Thou teachest like a ...
... Char . Madam , methinks , if you did love hima dearly , You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him . Gle . What fhould I do I do not ? Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cle . Thou teachest like a ...
Pàgina 15
... Char . Madam . Cle . That I might fleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away ! Char . You think of him Too much . Cle . O , Charmion ! Where think'ft thou he is now ? Or does he walk , or is he on his horse ? O , happy horse ...
... Char . Madam . Cle . That I might fleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away ! Char . You think of him Too much . Cle . O , Charmion ! Where think'ft thou he is now ? Or does he walk , or is he on his horse ? O , happy horse ...
Pàgina 23
... Char . ' Twas merry , when You wager'd on your angling ; when your diver Did hang a falt - fish on his hook , which he With fervency drew up . Cle . That time ! -O times ! - I laugh'd him out of patience ; and , that night , I laugh'd ...
... Char . ' Twas merry , when You wager'd on your angling ; when your diver Did hang a falt - fish on his hook , which he With fervency drew up . Cle . That time ! -O times ! - I laugh'd him out of patience ; and , that night , I laugh'd ...
Pàgina 23
... Char . Good , your Highnefs , patience . Cle . Lead me hence , I faint : O , Iras , Charmion ! - ' Tis no matter Go to the fellow , good Alexas ; bid him Report the feature of Octavia , her years , • Her nclination ; let him not leave ...
... Char . Good , your Highnefs , patience . Cle . Lead me hence , I faint : O , Iras , Charmion ! - ' Tis no matter Go to the fellow , good Alexas ; bid him Report the feature of Octavia , her years , • Her nclination ; let him not leave ...
Pàgina 27
... Char . The man , whom you dispatch'd in truft , to Athens , Newly return'd , now waits upon your will . Cle . ( Starting up . ) Will Antony be kind ? -or , quite forfake me ? Is't life or death ? for when he gave his answer , Fate took ...
... Char . The man , whom you dispatch'd in truft , to Athens , Newly return'd , now waits upon your will . Cle . ( Starting up . ) Will Antony be kind ? -or , quite forfake me ? Is't life or death ? for when he gave his answer , Fate took ...
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Actium Ægypt Ægyptian againſt Agrippa Alex Alexandria Antony and Cleopatra Attendants brave Cæfar Cæfar's fifter CANIDIUS Char Charmion CLEOPATRA's Palace dead death Diomed Dolabella Egypt elfe Emperor Enobarbus Enter ALEXAS Enter ANTONY Enter CLEOPATRA Exeunt Exit faid farewel fend fhall fhame fhould fight fince firft flave foldier fome foon forrow fortune fought foul fpirit friends ftands ftay ftill fuch Fulvia fure fword give gods hath hear heart Heav'n hence himſelf honour Iras kifs laft laſt leave Lepidus lofe loft Lord lov'd Madam Mark Antony meffenger Mess moft muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble o'er o'the Octavia paffion Philo pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pr'ythee PROCULEIUS queen Roman Rome ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtay Syria thee thefe There's theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand Thyr Thyreus Ventidius whofe worfe yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 3 - Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man : the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [Embracing.
Pàgina 79 - Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Pàgina 3 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's 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...
Pàgina 5 - Show'd us that France had something to admire. Not but the Tragic spirit was our own, And full in Shakespear, fair in Otway shone: But Otway fail'd to polish or refine, And fluent Shakespear scarce effac'da line.
Pàgina 53 - Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Pàgina 29 - I will be justified in all I do To late posterity, and therefore hear me. If I mix a lie With any truth, reproach me freely with it; Else, favour me with silence.
Pàgina 71 - This shows not well above. Then what am I, The murderer of this truth, this innocence ! Thoughts cannot form themselves in words so horrid As can express my guilt!
Pàgina 33 - I'll rather die, than take it. Will you go ? Ant. Go ! whither ? Go from all that's excellent ? Faith, honour, virtue, all good things forbid, That I should go from her, who sets my love Above the price of kingdoms...
Pàgina 70 - Now dipt from every bank, now smoothly run To meet the foe; and soon indeed they met, But not as foes. In few, we saw their caps On either side thrown up; the Egyptian g-alleys, Received like friends, passed through, and fell behind The Roman rear; and now, they all come forward, And ride within the port. Cleo. Enough, Serapion : I've heard my doom.— This needed not, you gods: When I lost Antony, your work was done; 'Tis but superfluous malice.
Pàgina 49 - When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have thee all her own, And bear thee in her...