Shakspeare's Tragedy of Antony and Cleopatra: With Alterations, and with Additions from DrydenJ. Barker, 1813 - 71 pàgines |
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Pàgina 13
... fought'ft against , Though daintily brought up , with patience more Than favages could fuffer ; nor difdain'd The roughest berry on the rudeft hedge ; Yea , like the ftag , when fnow the pafture fheets , The bark of trees thou browsed ...
... fought'ft against , Though daintily brought up , with patience more Than favages could fuffer ; nor difdain'd The roughest berry on the rudeft hedge ; Yea , like the ftag , when fnow the pafture fheets , The bark of trees thou browsed ...
Pàgina 19
... fought , Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars , Which fronted mine own peace . As for my wife , I would you had her fpirit in fuch another : The third o'the world is yours ; which , with a fnaffle , You may pace eafy , but not ...
... fought , Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars , Which fronted mine own peace . As for my wife , I would you had her fpirit in fuch another : The third o'the world is yours ; which , with a fnaffle , You may pace eafy , but not ...
Pàgina 21
... fought , Or else he feeks out us . Ant . Where lies he ? Cas . About the Mount Mifenum . Ant . What's his ftrength By land ? Cas . Great , and encreasing ; but , by sea , He is an abfolute mafter . Ant . So is the fame . Yet , ' ere we ...
... fought , Or else he feeks out us . Ant . Where lies he ? Cas . About the Mount Mifenum . Ant . What's his ftrength By land ? Cas . Great , and encreasing ; but , by sea , He is an abfolute mafter . Ant . So is the fame . Yet , ' ere we ...
Pàgina 31
... fought this parting , or defir'd T'accuse you more than what will clear myself , And justify this breach . We're both unhappy . If nothing elfe , yet our ill fortune parts us . Speak , would you have me perifh by my ftay ? Cle . If , as ...
... fought this parting , or defir'd T'accuse you more than what will clear myself , And justify this breach . We're both unhappy . If nothing elfe , yet our ill fortune parts us . Speak , would you have me perifh by my ftay ? Cle . If , as ...
Pàgina 37
... fought with Pompey : But thefe offers , Which ferve not for his ' vantage , he shakes off , And fo fhould you . Eno . Your fhips are not well mann'd ; Your mariners are muleteers , reapers , people Ingrost by fwift imprefs : in Cæfar's ...
... fought with Pompey : But thefe offers , Which ferve not for his ' vantage , he shakes off , And fo fhould you . Eno . Your fhips are not well mann'd ; Your mariners are muleteers , reapers , people Ingrost by fwift imprefs : in Cæfar's ...
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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...