The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumul 12G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 15
... What are you ? 2 Mess . Fulvia thy wife is dead . Ant . 2 Mess . In Sicyon : Where died she ? Her length of sickness ... What's your pleasure , sir ? Ant . I must with haste from hence . Eno . Why , then , we kill all our women : We see ...
... What are you ? 2 Mess . Fulvia thy wife is dead . Ant . 2 Mess . In Sicyon : Where died she ? Her length of sickness ... What's your pleasure , sir ? Ant . I must with haste from hence . Eno . Why , then , we kill all our women : We see ...
Pagina 18
... what he does : - I did not send you ; -if you find him sad , Say , I am dancing ; if in mirth , report That I am sudden sick : Quick , and return . [ Exit Alex . Char . Madam , methinks , if you did love him dearly , You do not hold the ...
... what he does : - I did not send you ; -if you find him sad , Say , I am dancing ; if in mirth , report That I am sudden sick : Quick , and return . [ Exit Alex . Char . Madam , methinks , if you did love him dearly , You do not hold the ...
Pagina 19
... What's the matter ? Cleo . Pray you , stand further from me . Ant . 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 ...
... What's the matter ? Cleo . Pray you , stand further from me . Ant . 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 ...
Pagina 23
... what he cannot change , Than what he chooses . Cas . You are too indulgent : Let us grant , it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy ; To give a kingdom for a mirth ; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave ; To reel ...
... what he cannot change , Than what he chooses . Cas . You are too indulgent : Let us grant , it is not Amiss to tumble on the bed of Ptolemy ; To give a kingdom for a mirth ; to sit And keep the turn of tippling with a slave ; To reel ...
Pagina 26
... what by sea and land I can be able , To ' front this present time . Cœs . Till which encounter , It is my business too . Farewell . Lep . Farewell , my lord : What you shall know mean time Of stirs abroad , I shall beseech you , sir ...
... what by sea and land I can be able , To ' front this present time . Cœs . Till which encounter , It is my business too . Farewell . Lep . Farewell , my lord : What you shall know mean time Of stirs abroad , I shall beseech you , sir ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.