The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Volumul 8Redfield, 1853 |
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Pagina 70
... weep . Ant . May be , it is the period of your duty : Haply , you shall not see me more ; or if , A mangled shadow : perchance , to - morrow You'll serve another master . I look on you , As one that takes his leave . Mine honest friends ...
... weep . Ant . May be , it is the period of your duty : Haply , you shall not see me more ; or if , A mangled shadow : perchance , to - morrow You'll serve another master . I look on you , As one that takes his leave . Mine honest friends ...
Pagina 80
... weep not , gentle Eros ; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves . - O , thy vile lady ! Enter MARDIAN . She has robb'd me of my sword . No , Antony ; Mar. My mistress lov'd thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant ...
... weep not , gentle Eros ; there is left us Ourselves to end ourselves . - O , thy vile lady ! Enter MARDIAN . She has robb'd me of my sword . No , Antony ; Mar. My mistress lov'd thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant ...
Pagina 81
... Weep for my pardon . So it must be , for now All length is torture : since the torch is out , Lie down , and stray no farther . Now all labour Mars what it does ; yea , very force entangles Itself with strength : seal then , and all is ...
... Weep for my pardon . So it must be , for now All length is torture : since the torch is out , Lie down , and stray no farther . Now all labour Mars what it does ; yea , very force entangles Itself with strength : seal then , and all is ...
Pagina 97
... weep . Cleo . This proves me base : If she first meet the curled Antony , He'll make demand of her , and spend that kiss , VOL . VIII . - 9 Which is my heaven to have . Come , thou SC . II . 97 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... weep . Cleo . This proves me base : If she first meet the curled Antony , He'll make demand of her , and spend that kiss , VOL . VIII . - 9 Which is my heaven to have . Come , thou SC . II . 97 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
Pagina 109
... is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . Post . My queen ! my mistress ! O , lady ! weep no more , lest I give cause VOL . VIII . - 10 To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a SC . II . 109 CYMBELINE .
... is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . Post . My queen ! my mistress ! O , lady ! weep no more , lest I give cause VOL . VIII . - 10 To be suspected of more tenderness Than doth become a SC . II . 109 CYMBELINE .
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The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently ..., Volumul 8 William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Vizualizare completă - 1853 |
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Adonis Antony Bawd beauty blood Boult Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian cheek Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead dear death DIONYZA dost doth England's Helicon ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair false father fear folio fortune foul gentle give gods grace grief GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cæsar king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece LYSIMACHUS madam Marina Mark Antony Mess mistress ne'er never night noble old copies Parthia Passionate Pilgrim Pericles Pisanio poison'd Pompey poor Post Posthumus praise pray prince Prince of Tyre queen quoth SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame Sonnets sorrow speak sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true unto Venus and Adonis weep wilt worth
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Pagina 402 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Pagina 170 - 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 31 - 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.
Pagina 385 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Pagina 397 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but...
Pagina 423 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red : If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask' d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing...
Pagina 395 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
Pagina 401 - Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I...
Pagina 381 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Pagina 395 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory, 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world...