Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... posts ? Alex . Ay , madam , twenty several messengers . Why do you send so thick ? Cle . Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony , Shall die a beggar . - Ink and paper , Charmian.- Welcome , my good Alexas . - Did I ...
... posts ? Alex . Ay , madam , twenty several messengers . Why do you send so thick ? Cle . Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony , Shall die a beggar . - Ink and paper , Charmian.- Welcome , my good Alexas . - Did I ...
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... posts . 4 Sol . Here we : [ they take their posts . ] and if to - morrow Our navy thrive , I have an absolute hope ... post . 2 Sol . How now , masters ? Sol . How now ? How now ? Do you hear this ? 1 Sol . [ several speaking together ...
... posts . 4 Sol . Here we : [ they take their posts . ] and if to - morrow Our navy thrive , I have an absolute hope ... post . 2 Sol . How now , masters ? Sol . How now ? How now ? Do you hear this ? 1 Sol . [ several speaking together ...
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... post . 1 Sol . If we be not relieved within this hour , We must return to the court of guard : the night Is shiny ; and , they say , we shall embattle By the second hour i̇ ' the morn . 2 Sol . This last day was 1 Own . 2 Small drums ...
... post . 1 Sol . If we be not relieved within this hour , We must return to the court of guard : the night Is shiny ; and , they say , we shall embattle By the second hour i̇ ' the morn . 2 Sol . This last day was 1 Own . 2 Small drums ...
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... Post . I will from hence to - day . Queen . Please your highness , : -- You know the peril : - I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king Hath charged you should not speak together ...
... Post . I will from hence to - day . Queen . Please your highness , : -- You know the peril : - I'll fetch a turn about the garden , pitying The pangs of barr'd affections ; though the king Hath charged you should not speak together ...
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... Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
... Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow . Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such parting were too petty . Look here , love ...
Términos y frases comunes
Agrippa Alex Alexandria Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Antony's Attendants bear brave Cæsar CANIDIUS Char Charmian Clown Cymbeline dead dear death Dolabella drink Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Enter CLEOPATRA Enter MESSENGER Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell farther fight follow fortunes friends Fulvia give gods gone Guard hand hath hear heart hence honor Iachimo Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king kiss lady leave Lepidus look lord madam Mardian Mark Antony married master MECENAS Menas mistress never night noble Octavia palace pardon Parthia Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray Proculeius queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCARUS SCENE Seleucus Sextus Pompeius SHAK soldier Sooth speak strange sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast THYREUS unto Ventidius weep What's wife women
Pasajes populares
Página 27 - tis as soon Taken as seen; for Pompey's name strikes more, Than could his war resisted. Cffis. Antony, Leave thy lascivious wassails. When thou once Wast beaten from Modena, where thou slew'st Hirtius and Pansa, consuls, at thy heel Did famine follow ; whom thou fought'st against, Though daintily brought up, with patience more Than savages could suffer...
Página 32 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Página 145 - 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.
Página 43 - 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...
Página 133 - I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.— Cleo.
Página 123 - O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more : Fortune and Antony part here ; even here Do we shake hands. — All come to this ? — The hearts That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets On blossoming Cassar ; and this pine is bark'd, That overtopp'd them all.
Página 141 - My desolation does begin to make A better life: 'Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change ; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Página 44 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings : at the helm A seeming mermaid steers : 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.
Página 126 - That, which is now a horse , even with a thought, The rack dislimns , and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. It does , my lord. Ant. My good knave , Eros , now thy captain is Even such a body : here I am Antony , Yet cannot hold this visible shape , my knave.
Página 152 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I