The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... mistress . Sooth . You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my ...
... mistress . Sooth . You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and proved a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my ...
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... mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount a termagant * steed , Who neigh'd so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry ? Alex . Like to the time o'the year between the ex ...
... mistress . So he nodded , And soberly did mount a termagant * steed , Who neigh'd so high , that what I would have spoke Was beastly dumb'd by him . Cleo . What , was he sad , or merry ? Alex . Like to the time o'the year between the ex ...
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... dead ? - Madam , madam , - If thou say so , villain , thou kill'st thy mistress : But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here Head - dress . My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand , that 124 Act II . ANTONY AND.
... dead ? - Madam , madam , - If thou say so , villain , thou kill'st thy mistress : But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here Head - dress . My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand , that 124 Act II . ANTONY AND.
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... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night disponget upon me ; * Small drums . + Discharge , as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed . That life , a very rebel to my will , 180 Act IV . ANTONY AND.
... mistress of true melancholy , The poisonous damp of night disponget upon me ; * Small drums . + Discharge , as a sponge when squeezed discharges the moisture it had imbibed . That life , a very rebel to my will , 180 Act IV . ANTONY AND.
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... mistress lov'd thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She hath betray'd me , and shall die the death . Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharg'd ...
... mistress lov'd thee , and her fortunes mingled With thine entirely . Ant . Hence , saucy eunuch ; peace ; She hath betray'd me , and shall die the death . Mar. Death of one person can be paid but once ; And that she has discharg'd ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death deed Dionyza dost doth Egypt emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony master Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep
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119 psl. - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
51 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
64 psl. - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
70 psl. - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
54 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
12 psl. - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music : Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing.
55 psl. - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
186 psl. - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. Eros. Ay, my lord. Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought, The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
63 psl. - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru.
334 psl. - No withered witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew; The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gathered flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid.