The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Zväzok 7J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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Strana 14
... stands upon the swell at full of tide And neither way inclines . MRS . JAMESON : Characteristics of Women . V. Enobarbus . On the whole , after Octavia , Enorbarbus is rather the noblest character in the play . His blunt , prompt ...
... stands upon the swell at full of tide And neither way inclines . MRS . JAMESON : Characteristics of Women . V. Enobarbus . On the whole , after Octavia , Enorbarbus is rather the noblest character in the play . His blunt , prompt ...
Strana 18
... stand by , saddened and distressed , as the noble Antony sinks to his ruin , under the gorgeous colouring of the Eastern sky , the vicious splendour of the Egyptian queen ; makes us look with admiring hate on the wonderful picture he ...
... stand by , saddened and distressed , as the noble Antony sinks to his ruin , under the gorgeous colouring of the Eastern sky , the vicious splendour of the Egyptian queen ; makes us look with admiring hate on the wonderful picture he ...
Strana 22
... stand up peerless . Excellent falsehood ! Why did he marry Fulvia , and not love her ? I'll seem the fool I am not ; Antony Will be himself . 40 Ant . But stirr'd by Cleopatra . Now , for 22 Act I. Sc . i . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
... stand up peerless . Excellent falsehood ! Why did he marry Fulvia , and not love her ? I'll seem the fool I am not ; Antony Will be himself . 40 Ant . But stirr'd by Cleopatra . Now , for 22 Act I. Sc . i . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
Strana 30
... stands up For the main soldier : whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life And not a serpent's poison . Say , our pleasure , To such whose ...
... stands up For the main soldier : whose quality , going on , The sides o ' the world may danger . Much is breeding , Which , like the courser's hair , hath yet but life And not a serpent's poison . Say , our pleasure , To such whose ...
Strana 31
... stand farther from me . Ant . Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? You may go : 20 Would she had never given you leave to come ! Let her not say ' tis I that keep you here , I have no ...
... stand farther from me . Ant . Cleo . I know , by that same eye , there's some good news . What says the married woman ? You may go : 20 Would she had never given you leave to come ! Let her not say ' tis I that keep you here , I have no ...
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Anon Antony and Cleopatra Antony's battle of Shrewsbury bear Brabantio Cæs Cæsar Cassio Char character Charmian Cleo conj Cyprus death Desdemona devil doth Douglas Egypt Emil Emilia Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff farewell fear Folios fortune friends Fulvia give Glendower grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry IV honest honour horse Hotspur Iago Iago's Iras Julius Cæsar King lady Lepidus look lord madam Mark Antony Mess Messenger Michael Cassio Moor Mortimer never night noble Octavia Othello Parthia passion Percy play Plutarch Poins Pompey pray Prince Prince of Wales prithee Quarto queen Re-enter Roderigo Scene Shakespeare Sir John soldier soul speak Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thought to-night Venice villain wife willow word Zounds ΙΟ
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Strana 41 - Out of my grief' and my impatience, — Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ; He should, or he should not ; — for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good...
Strana 116 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Strana 128 - The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord ! 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.
Strana 41 - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven. It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Strana 41 - She:d come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively.
Strana 51 - Purple the sails, and so perfumed that 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...
Strana 46 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Strana 108 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Strana 57 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Strana 51 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that 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.