The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Edited from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Band 12
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Act II Antony appears arms Attendants Bawd bear believe Boult bring brother Cæs Cæsar Char Cleo Cleopatra comes corrected daughter dead death doth doubt editions Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fortune friends give gods gone Guard hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour I'll Iach Imogen Italy keep King lady leave letter live look lord lost madam master mean Mess misprint mistress nature never night noble Note once passage peace Pericles play poor Post Posthumus pray present Prince pronunciation Queen R. G. W. Act Roman Rome SCENE seems Shakespeare shew Sold sound speak speech spelling stand sword tell thank thee thing thou thought true worth
Seite 36 - 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...
Seite 112 - To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is sottish ; and impatience does Become a dog that's mad. Then is it sin, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us ? — How do you, women ? What, what ? good cheer ! Why, how now, Charmian ? My noble girls ! — Ah women, women ! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out. — Good sirs, take heart. [To the Guard below. We'll bury him...
Seite 36 - 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.
Seite 118 - 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 238 - With fairest flowers, 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...