 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 630 pàgines
...; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most...her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.50 Mec. If beauty, wisdom, modesty can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 pàgines
...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...modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessdd lottery to him. Agr. * Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 722 pàgines
...(41) he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest Whilst you abide here. Eno. Humbly, sir, I thank... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 pàgines
...; he will not. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry, Where most...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pàgines
...; he will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The No praise to thee but what in thee doth live. Then...thou thyself dost pay. LXXX. O, how I faint when I of lottery to him. AOR. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pàgines
...; he will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The arrison'd. HAM. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand...ducats, Will not debate the question of this straw lottery to him. Aon. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, Whilst you abide here.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 pàgines
...lie will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The e rashness of a woman ! he is touch'd Мне. If beauty, wisdom, modesty, can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 pàgines
...; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry Where most...can settle The heart of Antony, Octavia is A blessed lottery to him. Agr. Let us go. — Good Enobarbus, make yourself my guest, \V hilst you abide here.... | |
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Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her... 
