The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Bind 5D. Appleton & Company, 1872 |
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Side 225
... Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most anything Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O that I knew this husband , which you say must charge his horns with garlands ! Alex ...
... Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most anything Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O that I knew this husband , which you say must charge his horns with garlands ! Alex ...
Side 226
... Char . Nay , come , tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to - night , shall be— drunk to bed . Iras . There's a palm presages chastity , if nothing else . Char . Even as the o ...
... Char . Nay , come , tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to - night , shall be— drunk to bed . Iras . There's a palm presages chastity , if nothing else . Char . Even as the o ...
Side 227
... CHAR . , IRAS , ALEX . , and Soothsayer . Enter ANTONY , with a Messenger and Attendants . Mess . Fulvia thy wife first came into the field , Ant . Against my brother Lucius ? Mess . Ay : But soon that war had end , and the time's state ...
... CHAR . , IRAS , ALEX . , and Soothsayer . Enter ANTONY , with a Messenger and Attendants . Mess . Fulvia thy wife first came into the field , Ant . Against my brother Lucius ? Mess . Ay : But soon that war had end , and the time's state ...
Side 229
... . Where is he ? Char . I did not see him since . Cleo . See where he is , who's with him , what he does I did not send you : -if you find him sad , Say I am dancing ; if in mirth , report SCENE II . 229 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... . Where is he ? Char . I did not see him since . Cleo . See where he is , who's with him , what he does I did not send you : -if you find him sad , Say I am dancing ; if in mirth , report SCENE II . 229 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
Side 230
... Char . In each thing give him way ; cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool , -the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far ; I wish , forbear : In time we hate that which we often fear . But here comes Antony ...
... Char . In each thing give him way ; cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool , -the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far ; I wish , forbear : In time we hate that which we often fear . But here comes Antony ...
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Side 243 - 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.
Side 196 - I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, 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...
Side 194 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 195 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 218 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.
Side 193 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Side 158 - And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? 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.
Side 195 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
Side 190 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of War; All pity...
Side 302 - 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.