The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Volumen2M'Carty & Davis, 1824 |
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... Cleo . If it be love indeed , tell me how much . Ant . There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd . Cleo . I'll set a bourn ? how far to be belov'd . Ant . Then must thou needs find out new heaven , new earth . Enter an Attendant ...
... Cleo . If it be love indeed , tell me how much . Ant . There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd . Cleo . I'll set a bourn ? how far to be belov'd . Ant . Then must thou needs find out new heaven , new earth . Enter an Attendant ...
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... Cleo , with their train . Dem . Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight ? Phi . Sir , sometimes , when he is not ... Cleo . Saw you my lord ? Eno . Cleo . Char . No , madam . Cleo . He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sud- den A Roman ...
... Cleo , with their train . Dem . Is Cæsar with Antonius priz'd so slight ? Phi . Sir , sometimes , when he is not ... Cleo . Saw you my lord ? Eno . Cleo . Char . No , madam . Cleo . He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sud- den A Roman ...
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... Cleo patra's , which wholly depends on your abode . Let our officers Ant . No more light answers . Have notice what ... Cleo . Where is he ? Char . I did not see him since . Cleo . See where he is , who's with him , what he does -- I did ...
... Cleo patra's , which wholly depends on your abode . Let our officers Ant . No more light answers . Have notice what ... Cleo . Where is he ? Char . I did not see him since . Cleo . See where he is , who's with him , what he does -- I did ...
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... Cleo . Pray you , stand further from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -- You may go ; ' Would she had never given you leave to come ! Let her not ...
... Cleo . Pray you , stand further from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? -- You may go ; ' Would she had never given you leave to come ! Let her not ...
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... Cleo . Charmian , - Char . Madam . Cleo . Ha , ha ! - Give me to drink mandragora . 13 Char . Why , madam ? Cleo . That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away . Char . Too much . Cleo . Char . You think of him O ...
... Cleo . Charmian , - Char . Madam . Cleo . Ha , ha ! - Give me to drink mandragora . 13 Char . Why , madam ? Cleo . That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away . Char . Too much . Cleo . Char . You think of him O ...
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Página 256 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that 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.
Página 406 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 370 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Página 133 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 420 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Página 240 - That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me : But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Csesar, that...
Página 432 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 159 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path : For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright...
Página 227 - 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.
Página 394 - Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...