The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, 6 tomasC. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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... Octavia , Sifter to Cæfar , and Wife to Antony . Charmian , Attendants on Cleopatra . › Iras , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE , difperfed ; in feveral parts of the Roman Empire . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ...
... Octavia , Sifter to Cæfar , and Wife to Antony . Charmian , Attendants on Cleopatra . › Iras , Officers , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants . SCENE , difperfed ; in feveral parts of the Roman Empire . ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ...
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... Octavia : great Mark Antony Is now a widower . Caf . Say not fo , Agrippa ; If Cleopatra heard you , your reproof Were well deferv'd of rashness . Ant . I am not married , Cæfar : let me hear Agrippa further speak . Agr . To hold you in ...
... Octavia : great Mark Antony Is now a widower . Caf . Say not fo , Agrippa ; If Cleopatra heard you , your reproof Were well deferv'd of rashness . Ant . I am not married , Cæfar : let me hear Agrippa further speak . Agr . To hold you in ...
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... Octavia is A bleffed lottery to him . Agr . Let us go.- Good Enobarbus , make yourself my gueft , 1 7 For vacancy , means , for fear of a vacuum , MALONE . 1 Whilft Whilft you abide here . Eno . Humbly , fir ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 109.
... Octavia is A bleffed lottery to him . Agr . Let us go.- Good Enobarbus , make yourself my gueft , 1 7 For vacancy , means , for fear of a vacuum , MALONE . 1 Whilft Whilft you abide here . Eno . Humbly , fir ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 109.
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... Octavia , Read not my blemishes in the world's report : I have not kept my fquare ; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule . Good night , dear lady.- Good night , fir . Caf . Good night . [ Exeunt CESAR , and OCTAVIA . Ant . Now ...
... Octavia , Read not my blemishes in the world's report : I have not kept my fquare ; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule . Good night , dear lady.- Good night , fir . Caf . Good night . [ Exeunt CESAR , and OCTAVIA . Ant . Now ...
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... Octavia , and we'll follow . Lep . Till I fhall fee you in your foldier's dress , Which will become you both , farewel . Mec . We fhall , As I conceive the journey , be at mount3 Before you , Lepidus . Lep . Your way is shorter , My ...
... Octavia , and we'll follow . Lep . Till I fhall fee you in your foldier's dress , Which will become you both , farewel . Mec . We fhall , As I conceive the journey , be at mount3 Before you , Lepidus . Lep . Your way is shorter , My ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare– Accurately Printed from the Text ..., 6 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1797 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare– Accurately Printed from the Text ..., 6 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1798 |
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51 psl. - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
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