The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... queen of heaven , that kiss I carried from thee , dear ; and my true lip Hath virgin'd it e'er since . - You gods ! I prate , And the most noble mother of the world Leave unsaluted : sink , my knee , i ' the earth ; [ Kneels . Of thy ...
... queen of heaven , that kiss I carried from thee , dear ; and my true lip Hath virgin'd it e'er since . - You gods ! I prate , And the most noble mother of the world Leave unsaluted : sink , my knee , i ' the earth ; [ Kneels . Of thy ...
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... Queen of Egypt . OCTAVIA , Sister to CESAR and Wife to ANTONY . CHARMIAN and IRAs , Attendants on CLEOPATRA . Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE - Dispersed ; in several parts of the Roman Empire . ANTONY ...
... Queen of Egypt . OCTAVIA , Sister to CESAR and Wife to ANTONY . CHARMIAN and IRAs , Attendants on CLEOPATRA . Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE - Dispersed ; in several parts of the Roman Empire . ANTONY ...
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... queen , Thou blushest , Antony ; and that blood of thine Is Cæsar's homager : else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill - tongu'd Fulvia scolds . - The messengers ! Ant . Let Rome in Tiber melt , and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire ...
... queen , Thou blushest , Antony ; and that blood of thine Is Cæsar's homager : else so thy cheek pays shame When shrill - tongu'd Fulvia scolds . - The messengers ! Ant . Let Rome in Tiber melt , and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire ...
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... queen ? O that I knew this husband , which you say must charge his horns with garlands ! Alex . Soothsayer , - Sooth . Your will ? Char . Is this the man ? -Is't you , sir , that know things ? Sooth . In nature's infinite book of ...
... queen ? O that I knew this husband , which you say must charge his horns with garlands ! Alex . Soothsayer , - Sooth . Your will ? Char . Is this the man ? -Is't you , sir , that know things ? Sooth . In nature's infinite book of ...
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... queen . Enter CLEOPATRA . No , lady . Was he not here ? Cleo . Saw you my lord ? Eno . Cleo . Char . No , madam . Cleo . He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him . — Enobarbus , - Eno . Madam ? Cleo ...
... queen . Enter CLEOPATRA . No , lady . Was he not here ? Cleo . Saw you my lord ? Eno . Cleo . Char . No , madam . Cleo . He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him . — Enobarbus , - Eno . Madam ? Cleo ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Andronicus Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE dead death dost doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear Flav fool fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar lady Lart Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony master MENENIUS Mess ne'er never noble Octavia peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv shalt soldier speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribunes unto villain Volscian What's word worthy
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Страница 204 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Страница 245 - 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 flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Страница 164 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Страница 194 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Страница 198 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Страница 192 - Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Страница 196 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis 'good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
Страница 220 - Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up. And say to all the world, ' This was a man !
Страница 204 - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you?
Страница 196 - tis his will. Let but the commons hear this testament,— Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...