The Tragedie of Anthonie and CleopatraLippincott, 1907 - 614 psl. Presents the romantic tragedy about the relationship between Mark Antony and the Queen of Egypt. |
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ABBOTT Actium Agrippa Alex Alexandria Alexas Antony and Cleopatra Antony's Augustus battle of Actium Cæfar CAPELL Casar Char character Charmian Cleo Cleop Coll COLLIER conj death DEIGHTON Dolabella Dolla Dyce edition editors Egypt emendation Enob Enobarbus Enter Eros et cet Exeunt eyes Folio Friends Fulvia giue give hath haue heart honour Iras Johns JOHNSON Julius Cæsar king Ktly Lepidus Lines end Lord loue Madam MALONE meaning Menas noble Octavia passage patra play Plutarch poet Pompey Pope et seq present Proculeius Ptolemy queen Roman Rome Rowe et seq says Scene seems sense Separate line Sextus Pompeius Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Sing soldiers soul speak speech Steev STEEVENS subs thee Theob THEOBALD thou tragedy Varr Ventidius vnto vpon WALKER Crit Warb WARBURTON warre woman word
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