The Tragedie of Anthonie, and CleopatraLippincott, 1907 - 614 psl. |
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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 Exeunt eyes Folio Fortune Friends Fulvia giue give hath haue heart honour Iras Johns JOHNSON Julius Cæsar Ktly Lepidus Lines end Lord loue Madam MALONE Mark Antony 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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