 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 202 pàgines
...the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, wither'd is the garland of the war ; The soldier's pole * is fallen ; young boys and girls Are level now with...Royal Egypt ! Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cle. No more, but ev'na woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 354 pàgines
...the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, wither'd is the garland of the war ; The soldier's pole 1 is fallen ; young boys and girls Are level now with...lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady,Iras. Madam, Char. O madam, madam, madam ! Iras. Royal Egypt ! Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O ! wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen : young boys, and girls, Are level now with...nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady ! — Iras. Madam ! —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...melt !• — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war; The soldier's pole is l'alleu : young boys and girls Are level now with men : the...Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No more, hut e'en a woman ! and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pàgines
...the earth doth melt ! — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war ; The soldier's pole is fallen : young boys and girls Are level now with...is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady! Iras. Madam ! Cltar. O madam, madam, madam ! Iras. Royal Egypt ! Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 pàgines
...level now with men ; the odds is gone* And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our...Egypt ! Empress ! Char. Peace, peace, Iras ! Cleo. Xo more, but e'en a woman8; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pàgines
...o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — 0 ! wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen : young boys, and girls, Are level now with...nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady ! — Iras. Madam ! —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 pàgines
...o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O ! wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen : young boys, and girls, Are level now with...nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. Char. O, quietness, lady ! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady ! — Iras. Madam ! —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 510 pàgines
...earth doth melt: My lord! — O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen8 ; young boys and girls, Are level now with men : the...there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon9. [She faints. Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady, —... | |
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The crown o' the earth doth melt. — My lord ! — O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen ; ' young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. 
