The Works of Shakespeare, 7 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Queen of Egypt . Octavia , Sifter to Cæfar , and Wife to Antony . Charmian , Iras , Ladies attending on Cleopatra . Ambafadors from Antony to Cæfar , Captains , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants , The SCENE is difpers'd in ...
... Queen of Egypt . Octavia , Sifter to Cæfar , and Wife to Antony . Charmian , Iras , Ladies attending on Cleopatra . Ambafadors from Antony to Cæfar , Captains , Soldiers , Messengers , and other Attendants , The SCENE is difpers'd in ...
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... Queen , Thou blufheft , Antony , and that blood of thine Is Cafar's homager : elfe , fo thy cheeks pay fhame , When fhrill - tongu'd Fulvia fcolds . The Meffengers Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt , and the wide arch Of the rais'd Empire ...
... Queen , Thou blufheft , Antony , and that blood of thine Is Cafar's homager : elfe , fo thy cheeks pay fhame , When fhrill - tongu'd Fulvia fcolds . The Meffengers Ant . Let Rome in Tyber melt , and the wide arch Of the rais'd Empire ...
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... Queen ! Whom every thing becomes , to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whofe every paffion fully strives To make it felf in thee fair and admir'd . No Meffenger , but thine ; and all alone , To night we'll wander through the streets , and ...
... Queen ! Whom every thing becomes , to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whofe every paffion fully strives To make it felf in thee fair and admir'd . No Meffenger , but thine ; and all alone , To night we'll wander through the streets , and ...
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... Queen . Cleo . Saw you my Lord ? Eno . No , Lady . Cleo . Was he not here ? Char . No , Madam . Cleo . He was difpos'd to mirth , but on the fudden A Roman thought hath ftruck him . Enobarbus , - the very Names of the Perfons , He ...
... Queen . Cleo . Saw you my Lord ? Eno . No , Lady . Cleo . Was he not here ? Char . No , Madam . Cleo . He was difpos'd to mirth , but on the fudden A Roman thought hath ftruck him . Enobarbus , - the very Names of the Perfons , He ...
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... Queen break off . Ten thoufand harms , more than the ills I know , My idleness doth hatch . How now , Enobarbus ? Enter Enobarbus . Eno . What's your pleasure , Sir ? Ant . I muft with hafte from hence . Eno . Why , then we kill all our ...
... Queen break off . Ten thoufand harms , more than the ills I know , My idleness doth hatch . How now , Enobarbus ? Enter Enobarbus . Eno . What's your pleasure , Sir ? Ant . I muft with hafte from hence . Eno . Why , then we kill all our ...
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feem felf fhall fhew fhould flain fome fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen kifs lady Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee praiſe prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus uſe whofe whoſe
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