The Works of William Shakespeare: TragediesLittle, Brown and Company, 1861 - Andronicus, Titus (Legendary character) |
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... poor , But was a race of Heaven : they are so still , Or thou , the greatest soldier of the world , Art turn'd the greatest liar . Ant . How now , lady ! Cleo . I would I had thy inches ; thou should'st know , There were a heart in ...
... poor , But was a race of Heaven : they are so still , Or thou , the greatest soldier of the world , Art turn'd the greatest liar . Ant . How now , lady ! Cleo . I would I had thy inches ; thou should'st know , There were a heart in ...
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... poor my greatness , nor my power Work without it . Truth is , that Fulvia , To have me out of Egypt , made wars here ; For which myself , the ignorant motive , do So far ask pardon , as befits mine honour To stoop in such a case . Lep ...
... poor my greatness , nor my power Work without it . Truth is , that Fulvia , To have me out of Egypt , made wars here ; For which myself , the ignorant motive , do So far ask pardon , as befits mine honour To stoop in such a case . Lep ...
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... poor , I am the man Will give thee all the world . Pom . Hast thou drunk well ? Men . No , Pompey , I have kept me from the cup . Thou art , if thou dar'st be , the earthly Jove : Whate'er the ocean pales , or sky inclips , Is thine ...
... poor , I am the man Will give thee all the world . Pom . Hast thou drunk well ? Men . No , Pompey , I have kept me from the cup . Thou art , if thou dar'st be , the earthly Jove : Whate'er the ocean pales , or sky inclips , Is thine ...
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... poor third is up , till death enlarge his confine . Eno . Then , world , thou hast a pair of chaps , no more ; And throw between them all the food thou hast , They'll grind [ the one ] the other . Where is An- tony ? Eros . He's walking ...
... poor third is up , till death enlarge his confine . Eno . Then , world , thou hast a pair of chaps , no more ; And throw between them all the food thou hast , They'll grind [ the one ] the other . Where is An- tony ? Eros . He's walking ...
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... poor ; but since my lord Is Antony again , I will be Cleopatra . Ant . We will yet do well . Cleo . Call all his noble captains to my lord . Ant . Do so , we'll speak to them ; and to - night I'll force The wine peep through their scars ...
... poor ; but since my lord Is Antony again , I will be Cleopatra . Ant . We will yet do well . Cleo . Call all his noble captains to my lord . Ant . Do so , we'll speak to them ; and to - night I'll force The wine peep through their scars ...
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Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Bawd BELARIUS Boult Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza doth Egypt ENOBARBUS Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fortune friends Gent give gods GUIDERIUS hath hear heart Heaven Helicanus honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar King lady Leonatus Lepidus lord LYSIMACHUS madam Malone Marina Mark Antony master Mess misprint mistress never night noble Note Octavia old copies old editions Parthia passage Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio play Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prince of Tyre PROCULEIUS pronunciation Queen R. G. W. Act rhymes Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare shew sound speak spelling sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tyre word worth
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Page 27 - 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.
Page 37 - ... 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. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthron'd in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
Page 111 - 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.
Page 7 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's 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.
Page 77 - Now I must To the young man send humble treaties, dodge And palter in the shifts of lowness, who With half the bulk o' the world play'd as I pleas'd, Making and marring fortunes.
Page 119 - 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. For his bounty, There was no winter...
Page 238 - 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...
Page 37 - Never ; he will not. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Page 239 - 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.
Page 8 - Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch Of the rang'd empire fall ! Here is my space. Kingdoms are clay : our dungy earth alike Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life Is to do thus ; when such a mutual pair [Embracing. And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, On pain of punishment, the world to weet We stand up peerless.