The Tragedie of Antonie and Cleopatra
Classic Books Company, 2001 - 500 psl.
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Abbott Actium Agrippa Alex Alexandria Alexas Antony and Cleopatra Antony's Augustus battle of Actium Caesar Capell Ccefar Char character Charmian Cleo Cleop Coll Collier conj death Deighton Dolabella Dolla Dyce edition editors Egypt Egyptian emendation Enob Enobarbus Enter Eros et cet Euphronius Exeunt eyes fhall Folio fortune Friends Fulvia giue give hath haue heart honour Iras Johns Johnson 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 Sing soldiers soul speak speech Steev Steevens subs sword tell thee Theob Theobald thou tragedy Varr Ventidius vnto vpon Walker Crit Warb Warburton warre woman word
345 psl. - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
366 psl. - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
xv psl. - 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...
135 psl. - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
178 psl. - His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
294 psl. - Nay, do not think I flatter ; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
xv psl. - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.