Antony and CleopatraBigelow Smith & Company, 1909 - 192 страница The New Theatre, "Antony and Cleopatra," a tragedy in five acts by William Shakespeare. Mr. Winthrop Ames, director, Mr. Lee Shubert, business director, Mr. John Corbin, literary director. The scenery by Mr. Ernest Albert from drawings in color by Mr. Jules Guerin. |
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Agrippa Alex Alexandria Alexas Antony and Cleopatra Antony's army battle brother Cæs called Canidius Char Charmian Cleo Collier Collier's second folio command dead death Dolabella Egypt Egyptian emendation Enobarbus Enter Antony Enter Cleopatra Eros Euphronius Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear feast fight follow fortune friends Fulvia galley give gods grace Guard hand Hanmer hath hear heart honor Iras Johnson conj Julius Cæsar kings lady land Lepidus look lord madam Marcus Crassus Mardian Mark Antony Menas Mess Messenger Misenum never noble Octa Octavia Parthians passion play Plutarch Pompey pray Proculeius queen Rome SCENE sent Sextus Pompeius Shakespeare's ships soldier speak Steevens sword Syria tell thee thine things Third Sold thou hast thought Thyr Thyreus Triumvirate unto Cæsar Ventidius Warburton wife woman women word
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Страница 48 - 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 49 - 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 when she is riggish.
Страница 171 - 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.
Страница 172 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life. So; have you done? Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips. Farewell, kind Charmian; Iras, long farewell.
Страница 175 - She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous. High events as these Strike those that make them; and their story is No less in pity than his glory which Brought them to be lamented.
Страница 173 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie; poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. O! couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass Unpolicied. Char. O eastern star! Cleo. Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep?
Страница 125 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Страница 29 - Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow, whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer ; thou didst drink The stale of horses and the gilded puddle Which beasts would cough at...
Страница 49 - ... 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, Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
Страница 160 - I'll not sleep neither : this mortal house I'll ruin, Do Caesar what he can. Know, sir, that I Will not wait pinion'd at your master's court ; Nor once be chastised with the sober eye Of dull Octavia. Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome ? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me ! rather on Nilus...