Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Ceasar. Antony and CleopatraJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O , that I knew this husband , which , you say , must change his horns with garlands ...
... Char . Lord Alexas , sweet Alexas , most any thing Alexas , almost most absolute Alexas , where's the soothsayer that you praised so to the queen ? O , that I knew this husband , which , you say , must change his horns with garlands ...
Page 347
... Char . Hush ! Sooth . Your shall be more beloving , than beloved . Char . I had rather heat my liver with drinking . Alex . Nay , hear him . Char . Good now , some excellent fortune ! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon , and ...
... Char . Hush ! Sooth . Your shall be more beloving , than beloved . Char . I had rather heat my liver with drinking . Alex . Nay , hear him . Char . Good now , some excellent fortune ! Let me be married to three kings in a forenoon , and ...
Page 348
... Char . Out , fool ! I forgive thee for a witch . Alex . You think , none but your sheets are privy to your wishes . Char . Nay , come , tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to ...
... Char . Out , fool ! I forgive thee for a witch . Alex . You think , none but your sheets are privy to your wishes . Char . Nay , come , tell Iras hers . Alex . We'll know all our fortunes . Eno . Mine , and most of our fortunes , to ...
Page 349
... Char . Amen . Aler . Lo , now ! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold , they would make themselves whores , but they'd do't . Eno . Hush ! here comes Antony . Char . Not he , the queen . Enter CLEOPATRA . Cleo . Saw you my lord ...
... Char . Amen . Aler . Lo , now ! if it lay in their hands to make me a cuckold , they would make themselves whores , but they'd do't . Eno . Hush ! here comes Antony . Char . Not he , the queen . Enter CLEOPATRA . Cleo . Saw you my lord ...
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... Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far : I wish , forbear ; In time we hate that which we often fear . Enter ANTONY . But here ...
... Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou teachest like a fool : the way to lose him . Char . Tempt him not so too far : I wish , forbear ; In time we hate that which we often fear . Enter ANTONY . But here ...
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Agrippa Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Corioli death do't dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear Flav follow fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour Iras JOHNSON Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart LARTIUS Lepidus look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony master means Menenius Mess Messala Messenger ne'er never noble o'the Octavia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sold soldier speak spirit stand STEEVENS sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon TIMON OF ATHENS Titinius tribunes unto Volces Volscian VOLUMNIA What's word worthy
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Page 255 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 304 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Page 300 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 257 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Page 337 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
Page 476 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 378 - 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 304 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Page 300 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 452 - Eros ! — I come, my queen : — Eros ! — Stay for me ; Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ^Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.