The Works of William Shakespeare: The Text Formed from an Entirely New Collation of the Old Editions : with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Volume 8Whittaker & Company, 1843 |
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... Exit . Ant . From Sicyon how the news ? Speak there . 1 Att . The man from Sicyon . - Is there such an one ? 2 Att . He stays upon your will . Ant . Let him appear.— These strong Egyptian fetters I must break , Enter another Messenger ...
... Exit . Ant . From Sicyon how the news ? Speak there . 1 Att . The man from Sicyon . - Is there such an one ? 2 Att . He stays upon your will . Ant . Let him appear.— These strong Egyptian fetters I must break , Enter another Messenger ...
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... Exit ALEX . Char . Madam , methinks , if you did love him dearly , You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him . Cleo . What should I do , I do not ? Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou ...
... Exit ALEX . Char . Madam , methinks , if you did love him dearly , You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him . Cleo . What should I do , I do not ? Char . In each thing give him way , cross him in nothing . Cleo . Thou ...
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... Exit Soothsayer . He shall to Parthia . - Be it art , or hap , He hath spoken true : the very dice obey him ; And in our sports my better cunning faints Under his chance : if we draw lots , he speeds : His cocks do win the battle still ...
... Exit Soothsayer . He shall to Parthia . - Be it art , or hap , He hath spoken true : the very dice obey him ; And in our sports my better cunning faints Under his chance : if we draw lots , he speeds : His cocks do win the battle still ...
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... Exit . Char . Good madam , keep yourself within yourself : The man is innocent . Cleo . Some innocents ' scape not the thunder - bolt.— Melt Egypt into Nile ! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents ! -Call the slave again : Though I ...
... Exit . Char . Good madam , keep yourself within yourself : The man is innocent . Cleo . Some innocents ' scape not the thunder - bolt.— Melt Egypt into Nile ! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents ! -Call the slave again : Though I ...
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... Exit Messenger . Char . Good your highness , patience . Cleo . In praising Antony , I have disprais'd Cæsar . Char . Many times , madam . Cleo . Lead me from hence ; I am paid for't now . I faint . O Iras ! Charmian ! -Tis no matter ...
... Exit Messenger . Char . Good your highness , patience . Cleo . In praising Antony , I have disprais'd Cæsar . Char . Many times , madam . Cleo . Lead me from hence ; I am paid for't now . I faint . O Iras ! Charmian ! -Tis no matter ...
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Page 524 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 489 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Page 522 - And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
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Page 491 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 127 - tis most certain, Iras : — saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels ; Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Page 489 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to
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Page 515 - Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever, now ; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss : Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe ; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, \ To linger out a purposed overthrow.