The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Том 12Little, Brown, 1862 |
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... give in illustration from the latter all the passages which correspond to Scenes or speeches in the former , would be to reprint a large part of Plutarch's work . Daniel wrote a tragedy , Cleopatra , which was published in 1594 , and ...
... give in illustration from the latter all the passages which correspond to Scenes or speeches in the former , would be to reprint a large part of Plutarch's work . Daniel wrote a tragedy , Cleopatra , which was published in 1594 , and ...
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... give me good fortune . Sooth . I make not , but foresee . Char . Pray , then , foresee me one . Sooth . You shall be yet far fairer than you are . Char . He means , in flesh . Iras . No , you shall paint when you are old . Char ...
... give me good fortune . Sooth . I make not , but foresee . Char . Pray , then , foresee me one . Sooth . You shall be yet far fairer than you are . Char . He means , in flesh . Iras . No , you shall paint when you are old . Char ...
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... give me particulars . Sooth . I have said . Iras . Am I not an inch of fortune better than she ? Char . Well , if you were but an inch of fortune better than I , where would you choose it ? Iras . Not in my husband's nose . Char . Our ...
... give me particulars . Sooth . I have said . Iras . Am I not an inch of fortune better than she ? Char . Well , if you were but an inch of fortune better than I , where would you choose it ? Iras . Not in my husband's nose . Char . Our ...
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... give the gods a thankful sacrifice . When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him , it shews to man the tailors of the earth comforting therein , that when old robes are worn out , there are members to make new . If ...
... give the gods a thankful sacrifice . When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him , it shews to man the tailors of the earth comforting therein , that when old robes are worn out , there are members to make new . If ...
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... give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool ; the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far ; I wish , for- bear : In time we hate that which we often fear . Enter ANTONY . I am sick and sullen . But ...
... give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool ; the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far ; I wish , for- bear : In time we hate that which we often fear . Enter ANTONY . I am sick and sullen . But ...
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Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Bawd BELARIUS Boult Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza doth Egypt ENOBARBUS Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fortune friends Gent give gods GUIDERIUS hath hear heart Heaven Helicanus honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar King lady Leonatus Lepidus letter lord LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marina Mark Antony master Mess misprint mistress never night noble Note Octavia old copies old editions Parthia passage Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio play Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prince of Tyre PROCULEIUS pronunciation Queen R. G. W. Act rhymes Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare shew sound speak spelling sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tyre word worth
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Сторінка 238 - 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...
Сторінка 27 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny -us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Сторінка 119 - 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 quail4 and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Сторінка 36 - 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.
Сторінка 119 - ... 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. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Сторінка 36 - 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...
Сторінка 239 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear...
Сторінка 111 - 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.
Сторінка 129 - Charmian lived but now ; she stood and spake : I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd.
Сторінка 37 - ... the silken tackle Swell 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.