The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 12G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pągina 33
... head , And speak as loud as Mars . By Jupiter , Were I the wearer of Antonius ' beard , I would not shav't to - day . Lep . For private stomaching .. Eno . ' Tis not a time Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in it . Lep ...
... head , And speak as loud as Mars . By Jupiter , Were I the wearer of Antonius ' beard , I would not shav't to - day . Lep . For private stomaching .. Eno . ' Tis not a time Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in it . Lep ...
Pągina 50
... head ; [ She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in brine , Smarting in ling'ring pickle . Mess . Gracious madam , I , that do bring the news , made not the match . Cleo . Say , ' tis not so , a province ...
... head ; [ She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in brine , Smarting in ling'ring pickle . Mess . Gracious madam , I , that do bring the news , made not the match . Cleo . Say , ' tis not so , a province ...
Pągina 66
... head . O Silius , Silius , Ven . I have done enough : A lower place , note well , May make too great an act : For learn this , Silius ; Better leave undone , than by our deed acquire Too high a fame , when him we serve's away . Cęsar ...
... head . O Silius , Silius , Ven . I have done enough : A lower place , note well , May make too great an act : For learn this , Silius ; Better leave undone , than by our deed acquire Too high a fame , when him we serve's away . Cęsar ...
Pągina 71
... head I'll have : But how ? when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it . - Come thou 爨 near . Mess . Most gracious majesty , — Cleo . Octavia ? Mess . Ay , dread queen . Cleo . Mess . Didst thou behold Where ? Madam , in Rome I ...
... head I'll have : But how ? when Antony is gone Through whom I might command it . - Come thou 爨 near . Mess . Most gracious majesty , — Cleo . Octavia ? Mess . Ay , dread queen . Cleo . Mess . Didst thou behold Where ? Madam , in Rome I ...
Pągina 83
... head of Actium Beat the approaching Cęsar . But if we fail , Enter a Messenger . We then can do't at land . - Thy business ? Mess . The news is true , my lord ; he is descried ; Cęsar has taken Toryne . Ant . Can he be there in person ...
... head of Actium Beat the approaching Cęsar . But if we fail , Enter a Messenger . We then can do't at land . - Thy business ? Mess . The news is true , my lord ; he is descried ; Cęsar has taken Toryne . Ant . Can he be there in person ...
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Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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...
Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.