The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 12G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... All the east , Say thou , shall call her mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount a termagant steed , Who neigh'd so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry 28 ANTONY AND.
... All the east , Say thou , shall call her mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount a termagant steed , Who neigh'd so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry 28 ANTONY AND.
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... mistress : But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand , that kings Have lipp'd , and trembled kissing . Mess . First , madam , he's well . Cleo . Why , there's more gold . But ...
... mistress : But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand , that kings Have lipp'd , and trembled kissing . Mess . First , madam , he's well . Cleo . Why , there's more gold . But ...
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... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me : 49 Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault ; Which , being dried with grief ...
... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night dispunge upon me ; That life , a very rebel to my will , May hang no longer on me : 49 Throw my heart Against the flint and hardness of my fault ; Which , being dried with grief ...
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... , thy vile lady ! Enter MARDIAN . She has robb'd me of my sword . Mar. No , Antony ; My mistress lov'd thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . VOL . XII . K Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She CLEOPATRA . 121.
... , thy vile lady ! Enter MARDIAN . She has robb'd me of my sword . Mar. No , Antony ; My mistress lov'd thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . VOL . XII . K Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She CLEOPATRA . 121.
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... mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee . Most absolute lord , Now , my lord . Where is she ? Ant . When did she send thee ? Dio . Ant . Dio . Lock'd in her monument . She had a pro- phesying fear Of what hath come to pass : for when she saw ...
... mistress Cleopatra sent me to thee . Most absolute lord , Now , my lord . Where is she ? Ant . When did she send thee ? Dio . Ant . Dio . Lock'd in her monument . She had a pro- phesying fear Of what hath come to pass : for when she saw ...
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Стр. 42 - 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. For her own person, It...
Стр. 24 - It hath been taught us from the primal state That he which is was wish'd until he were; And the ebb'd man, ne'er lov'd till ne'er worth love, Comes dear'd by being lack'd. This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Стр. 271 - 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.
Стр. 267 - O thou goddess, Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st : In these two princely boys ! They are as gentle As zephyrs, blowing below the violet, Not wagging his sweet head : and yet as rough, Their royal blood enchaf 'd, as the rud'st wind, That by the top doth take the mountain pine And make him stoop to the vale.
Стр. 149 - 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 ? CHAR.
Стр. 269 - 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...
Стр. 148 - 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. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Стр. 152 - Take up her bed, And bear her women from the monument:— 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.
Стр. 318 - The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ; The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.
Стр. 238 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; * whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states,1 Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.