Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
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Adam Antony appear Arim arms Aureng-Zebe base Beam bear beauty better bring Cæsar cause Cleo Cleopatra comes command confess dare death desire Dola Dryden English Enter Exit eyes face fair fall fate fear fight Fisc force fortune give hand happy haste hear heart heaven hold honour hope I'll Isab judge keep kind king least leave less live look lord lost Lucif mean mind Morat move nature never Nour once pain past pity play pleased poet praise queen reason receive rise ruin scene seems sight soul speak stand stay sure tell thee things thou thought Towerson true turn twas Vent virtue wish
Pàgina 291 - Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Pàgina 408 - Thou best of thieves ; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves ; discharging so Death's dreadful office, better than himself; Touching our limbs so gently into slumber, That death stands by, deceived by his own image, And thinks himself but sleep.
Pàgina 360 - With sceptred slaves, who waited to salute me? With eastern monarchs, who forgot the sun, To worship my uprising? Menial kings Ran coursing up and down my palace-yard...
Pàgina 403 - I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face.
Pàgina 337 - I've been too passionate. Vent. You thought me false; Thought my old age betrayed you. Kill me, sir; Pray, kill me; yet you need not, your unkindness Has left your sword no work. Ant. I did not think so; I said it in my rage: pr'ythee, forgive me. Why didst thou tempt my anger, by discovery Of what I would not hear?
Pàgina 354 - My queen's not only innocent, but loves me. This, this is she, who drags me down to ruin! " But, could she scape without me, with what haste Would she let slip her hold, and make to shore, And never look behind ! " Down on thy knees, blasphemer as thou art, And ask forgiveness of wronged innocence.
Pàgina 406 - Caesar's pride ? What! to be led in triumph through the streets, A spectacle to base plebeian eyes; While some dejected friend of Antony's, Close in a corner, shakes his head, and mutters A secret curse on her who ruined him?
Pàgina 331 - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor; The place thou pressest on thy mother earth Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have thee all her own, And bear thee in her...