 | John Fletcher, David Garrick - 1808 - 410 стор.
...each one Is braver than himself. Vent. You conquer'd for him ; Philippi knows it: there you shar'd with him That empire, which your sword made all your...upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tir'd with soaring, And now he mounts above me. Vent. Sir, we lose time; the troops are mounted all.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 410 стор.
...each one Is braver than himself. Vent. You conquer'd for him ; Philippi knows it: there you shar'd with him That empire, which your sword made all your...upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tir'd with soaring, And now he mounts above me. Vent. Sir, we lose time; the troops are mounted all.... | |
 | Sir Richard Steele - 1809 - 384 стор.
...left you to apply to such your singular conduct, what Mark Antony says of Octavius in the Play — ' Fool that I was ! upon my Eagle's wings •* I bore...tired with soaring, * And now, he mounts above me — ' DRYDEN. * The following satirical lines, occasioned by this passage, were printed in " Mist's... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 стор.
...fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire,...all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wingt I bore tliis wren till I WHS tired witc soaring, And now he mounts above me. Good heavens ! is... | |
 | 1811 - 718 стор.
...iburscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi R, SYSIGAMBIS, attendants, fyc. Per. Madam, your royal mother, and the kin yonr own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wingi I bore this wren till I was tired witn soaring,... | |
 | John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1821 - 430 стор.
...fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself? Vent. You conquer'd for him : Philippi knows it ; there you shared with him That empire,...this, — is this the man who braves me? Who bids myage makeway? Drives me before him, To the world's ridge, and sweeps me off like rubbish ? Vent. Sir,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 556 стор.
...general ; your genius O'er Caesar's still may rise. For him you conquer'd ; Philippi knows it ; — then you shared with him That empire which your sword made...all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wing I bore this wren, till I was tired of soaring, And, now, he mounts above roe. Ven. We lose time.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1907 - 644 стор.
...each one Is braver than himself? Ven. You conquer'd for him : Philippi knows it ; there you shar'd with him That Empire, which your Sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was, upon my Eagles Wings I bore this Wren, till I was tir'd with soaring. And now he mounts above me. Good Heav'ns,... | |
 | George Atherton Aitken - 1889 - 476 стор.
...the bad taste to apply to the case what Mark Antony says of Octavius in Dry den's All for Love: — " Fool that I was ! Upon my Eagle's wings I bore this...tired with soaring, And now, he mounts above me." 2 In the twelfth number of the TJ1eatre, after some severe but well-merited remarks upon Dennis, Steele... | |
 | John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1883 - 456 стор.
...fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him : Philippi knows it ; there you shared with him That empire,...your own. Ant. Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings 1 bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.* Good heavens, is this,... | |
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O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this... 
