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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... Hast thou affections ? Mar. Yes , gracious madam . Cleo . Indeed ? Mar. Not in deed , madam ; for I can do nothing , But what in deed is honest to be done ; Yet have I fierce affections , and think What Venus did with Mars . Cleo . O ...
... Hast thou affections ? Mar. Yes , gracious madam . Cleo . Indeed ? Mar. Not in deed , madam ; for I can do nothing , But what in deed is honest to be done ; Yet have I fierce affections , and think What Venus did with Mars . Cleo . O ...
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... hast a sister by the mother's side , Admir'd Octavia : great Mark Antony Is now a widower . Cas . Say not so , Agrippa : If Cleopatra heard you , your reproof Were well deserv'd of rashness . Ant . I am not married , Cæsar : let me hear ...
... hast a sister by the mother's side , Admir'd Octavia : great Mark Antony Is now a widower . Cas . Say not so , Agrippa : If Cleopatra heard you , your reproof Were well deserv'd of rashness . Ant . I am not married , Cæsar : let me hear ...
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... hast liv'd too long . Mess . He's married , madam . [ Draws a dagger . Nay , then I'll run . What mean you , madam ? I have made no fault . [ Exit . Char . Good madam , keep yourself within yourself : The man is innocent . Cleo . Some ...
... hast liv'd too long . Mess . He's married , madam . [ Draws a dagger . Nay , then I'll run . What mean you , madam ? I have made no fault . [ Exit . Char . Good madam , keep yourself within yourself : The man is innocent . Cleo . Some ...
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... that , his fault , should make a knave of thee , That art but what thou'rt sure of . Get thee hence : The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome , Are all too dear for me : lie they upon 44 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . ACT II .
... that , his fault , should make a knave of thee , That art but what thou'rt sure of . Get thee hence : The merchandise which thou hast brought from Rome , Are all too dear for me : lie they upon 44 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . ACT II .
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... . Most meet That first we come to words ; and therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent , Which , if thou hast consider'd , let us know If ' twill tie up thy discontented sword , And SC . VI . 45 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... . Most meet That first we come to words ; and therefore have we Our written purposes before us sent , Which , if thou hast consider'd , let us know If ' twill tie up thy discontented sword , And SC . VI . 45 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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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 Love's Labour's Lost LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marina Mark Antony Mess misprint mistress never night noble Note Octavia old copies old editions Parthia 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 word worth
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 80 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Стр. 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.
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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 quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 300 - The late And much admired Play, called Pericles, Prince of Tyre. With the true Relation of the whole Historic, adventures, and fortunes of the said Prince: As also, The no lesse strange and worthy accidents in the Birth and Life, of his Daughter Mariana. As it hath been divers and sundry times acted by his Maiesties Seruants, at the Globe on the Banck-side. By William Shakespeare.
Стр. 386 - O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir ; Give me a gash, put me to present pain ; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither, Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget...