The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 7C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Eros , Friends and Followers of An- Scarus , tony , Dercetas , Demetrius , Philo , Mecænas , Agrippa , Dolabella , Friends to Cæfar . Proculeius , Thyreus , Gallus , Menas , Friends to Pompey . Menecrates , Varrius , Silius , an Officer ...
... Eros , Friends and Followers of An- Scarus , tony , Dercetas , Demetrius , Philo , Mecænas , Agrippa , Dolabella , Friends to Cæfar . Proculeius , Thyreus , Gallus , Menas , Friends to Pompey . Menecrates , Varrius , Silius , an Officer ...
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... Eros ? ( 20 ) The mean time Lady , I'll raife the Preparation of a War , Shall ftain your Brother Thus the printed ... Eros Eros . There's strange news , come , Sir . 138 ANTONY and CLEOPATRA .
... Eros ? ( 20 ) The mean time Lady , I'll raife the Preparation of a War , Shall ftain your Brother Thus the printed ... Eros Eros . There's strange news , come , Sir . 138 ANTONY and CLEOPATRA .
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... Eros . There's strange news , come , Sir . Eno . What , man ? Eros . Cafar and Lepidus have made war upon Pompey . Eno . This is old ; what is the fuccefs ? Eros . Cæfar , having made ufe of him in the wars ' gainft Pompey , presently ...
... Eros . There's strange news , come , Sir . Eno . What , man ? Eros . Cafar and Lepidus have made war upon Pompey . Eno . This is old ; what is the fuccefs ? Eros . Cæfar , having made ufe of him in the wars ' gainft Pompey , presently ...
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... Eros and other Attendants . Ant . Hark , the land bids me tread no more upon't , It is afham'd to bear me . Friends ... Eros . Nay , gentle Madam , to him , comfort him . Iras . Do , moft dear Queen . Char . Do ? why , what else ? Cleo ...
... Eros and other Attendants . Ant . Hark , the land bids me tread no more upon't , It is afham'd to bear me . Friends ... Eros . Nay , gentle Madam , to him , comfort him . Iras . Do , moft dear Queen . Char . Do ? why , what else ? Cleo ...
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... Eros . The Queen , my Lord , the Queen- Iras . Go to him , Madam , fpeak to him , He is unqualitied with very fhame . Cleo . Well then , fuftain me ; oh !. Eros . Moft noble Sir , arife , the Queen approaches ; Her head's declin'd , and ...
... Eros . The Queen , my Lord , the Queen- Iras . Go to him , Madam , fpeak to him , He is unqualitied with very fhame . Cleo . Well then , fuftain me ; oh !. Eros . Moft noble Sir , arife , the Queen approaches ; Her head's declin'd , and ...
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Сторінка 33 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Сторінка 331 - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Сторінка 49 - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Сторінка 54 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Сторінка 22 - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Сторінка 10 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Сторінка 113 - 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 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Сторінка 7 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Сторінка 372 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.