Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Pericles ; London prodigal ; Thomas, Lord Cromwell ; Sir John Oldcastle ; Puritan ; Yorkshire tragedy ; LocrineJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Pàgina 2718
... Because we brave her . Come . Cleo . Nay , I'll help too , Antony . What's this for ? Ah , let be , let be , thou art The Armorer of my Heart ; Falfe , falfe ; This , this , Sooth - law I'll help : Thus it muft be . Ant . Well , well ...
... Because we brave her . Come . Cleo . Nay , I'll help too , Antony . What's this for ? Ah , let be , let be , thou art The Armorer of my Heart ; Falfe , falfe ; This , this , Sooth - law I'll help : Thus it muft be . Ant . Well , well ...
Pàgina 2770
... because of the Queen my Mother ; every Jack flave hath his Belly full of Fighting , and I must go up and down like a Cock , that no body can match . 2 Lord . You are a Cock and a Capon too , and you crow Cock , with your Comb on ...
... because of the Queen my Mother ; every Jack flave hath his Belly full of Fighting , and I must go up and down like a Cock , that no body can match . 2 Lord . You are a Cock and a Capon too , and you crow Cock , with your Comb on ...
Pàgina 2852
... Because we bid it : Say , is it done ? Thal . My Lord , ' tis done . Enter a Messenger . [ Exit . Ant . Enough . Let your breath cool your felf , telling your hafte . Mef . My Lord , Prince Pericles is fled . Ant . As thou wilt live ...
... Because we bid it : Say , is it done ? Thal . My Lord , ' tis done . Enter a Messenger . [ Exit . Ant . Enough . Let your breath cool your felf , telling your hafte . Mef . My Lord , Prince Pericles is fled . Ant . As thou wilt live ...
Pàgina 2857
... because they do afpire , Throws down one Mountain to caft up a higher ! 0 my diftreffed Lord , even fuch our Griefs are , Here they're but felt , and feen with Mifchiefs Eyes , But like to Groves , being topt , they higher rife . Cle ...
... because they do afpire , Throws down one Mountain to caft up a higher ! 0 my diftreffed Lord , even fuch our Griefs are , Here they're but felt , and feen with Mifchiefs Eyes , But like to Groves , being topt , they higher rife . Cle ...
Pàgina 2862
... Because he should have fwallow'd me too : And when I had been in his Belly , I would have kept fuch a jangling of the Bells , That he fhould never have left , ' Till he caft Bells , Steeple , Church and Parish up again . But if the good ...
... Because he should have fwallow'd me too : And when I had been in his Belly , I would have kept fuch a jangling of the Bells , That he fhould never have left , ' Till he caft Bells , Steeple , Church and Parish up again . But if the good ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Ægypt againſt Antony beft Cafar Capt Captain Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cobham Crom Cromwell Cymbeline Daughter Death defire doft doth e'er Enter Eros Exeunt Exit fafe faid farewel Fath Father feem felf fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain Flowerdale fome Fortune fpeak Friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gent Gods Guiderius hath hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Hodge honeft Honour Houſe i'faith i'th Iach King Knave Knight Lady laft Lanc Locrine Lord Lord Cobham Luce Madam Mafter Mantua Mark Antony marry Miſtreſs moft Mony moſt muft muſt ne'er noble o'th Pericles pleaſe Pleaſure Poft Pofthumus Pompey pray prefent Prieft Queen reft ſhall Sifter Sir John Oldcastle Sirrah ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thofe thoſe thou art Thra unto whofe Wife worfe
Passatges populars
Pàgina 2655 - 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.
Pàgina 2724 - 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.
Pàgina 2661 - Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Pàgina 2672 - 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 2675 - I'll none now: Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.
Pàgina 2727 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Pàgina 2696 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Pàgina 2787 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pàgina 2718 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 2767 - tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states. Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.