 Nay, stop not. Ant. Antony, — Well, thou wilt have it, — like a coward, fled, Fled while his soldiers fought ; fled first, Ventidius. Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave. I know thou cam'st prepared to rail. Vent. I did.  The British drama - Сторінка 191автори: British drama - 1804Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | David Nichol Smith - 1966 - 112 стор.
...Antony to action, and Antony replies — I know thy meaning. But I have lost my Reason, have disgrac'd The name of Soldier, with inglorious ease; In the full Vintage of my flowing honors, Sat still, and saw it prest by other hands. Fortune came smiling to my youth, and woo'd it,... | |
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