The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Volum 12 |
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Pàgina 8
... tell me how much . Ant . There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d . Cle . I'll set a bourn1 how far to be beloved . Ant . Then must thou needs find out new heaven , new earth . Enter ATTENdant . Att . News , my good lord , from ...
... tell me how much . Ant . There's beggary in the love that can be reckon❜d . Cle . I'll set a bourn1 how far to be beloved . Ant . Then must thou needs find out new heaven , new earth . Enter ATTENdant . Att . News , my good lord , from ...
Pàgina 12
... tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to - night , shall be drunk to bed . Iras . There's a palm presages chastity , if nothing else . Char . Even as the o'erflowing Nilus ...
... tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to - night , shall be drunk to bed . Iras . There's a palm presages chastity , if nothing else . Char . Even as the o'erflowing Nilus ...
Pàgina 30
... tell them , his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy ; but between both . O heavenly mingle ! -Be'st thou sad or merry , 1 A steed looking fierce in armour . The violence of either thee becomes ; So does it 80 ACT I. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... tell them , his remembrance lay In Egypt with his joy ; but between both . O heavenly mingle ! -Be'st thou sad or merry , 1 A steed looking fierce in armour . The violence of either thee becomes ; So does it 80 ACT I. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
Pàgina 43
... tell you : 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 ...
... tell you : 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 ...
Pàgina 53
... tell Themselves , when they be felt . Mes . I have done my duty . Cle . Is he married ? I cannot hate thee worser than I do , If thou again say , Yes . Mes . He is married , madam . Cle . The gods confound thee ! dost thou hold there ...
... tell Themselves , when they be felt . Mes . I have done my duty . Cle . Is he married ? I cannot hate thee worser than I do , If thou again say , Yes . Mes . He is married , madam . Cle . The gods confound thee ! dost thou hold there ...
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Agrippa Alexandria Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ARVIRAGUS Attendants Belarius Britain Britons brother Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cloten Cymbeline dead dear death Dolabella doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Enter CLEOPATRA Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes false farewell father fear fellow fight fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gone Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hence honor Iachimo Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king kiss lady leave Leonatus Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony master Menas mistress never noble Octavia Parthia Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Proculeius queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Sextus Pompeius SHAK soldier Sooth speak strange sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast villain What's Сут
Passatges populars
Pàgina 47 - I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street : And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted> That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never ; he will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies.
Pàgina 46 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings. At the helm A seeming mermaid steers; 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 Enthroned i...
Pàgina 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. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping...
Pàgina 34 - 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.
Pàgina 156 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me. Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. — Methinks I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Pàgina 137 - Noblest of men, woo't die ? Hast thou no care of me ? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty ? O, see, my women, [Antony dies. The crown o
Pàgina 45 - 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...
Pàgina 160 - 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.
Pàgina 128 - Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought; The rack * dislimns ; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body : here I am Antony ; Yet cannot hold this visible shape.
Pàgina 135 - I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.— Cleo.