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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volum 4
Visualització completa - 1709
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear [sic], Volum 7
Visualització de fragments - 1999
Antony bear beſt better Blood bring Brother Cæfar Captain Char Cleo comes Crom Cromwell Daughter dead Death doth Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fair Faith fall Farewel Fath Father fear firſt Flow follow Fortune Friends give Gods Gold gone Hand haſt hath Head hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Hodge hold Honour hope Houſe I'll Italy keep King Knight Lady Lanc Land laſt leave live look Lord Madam marry Maſter mean Mind Miſtreſs moſt muſt Name ne'er never noble once Peace pleaſe poor pray preſent Prieſt Queen ſay SCENE ſee ſelf ſhall ſhe ſhould Soldiers ſome Soul ſpeak ſtand ſuch Sword tell thank thee there's theſe thing thoſe thou thought true unto whoſe Wife World
Pàgina 2655 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Pàgina 2663 - Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
Pàgina 2674 - 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...
Pàgina 2677 - I'll none now: Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.
Pàgina 2727 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Pàgina 2696 - I see, men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Pàgina 2787 - 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...
Pàgina 2718 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Pàgina 2767 - 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. Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.