The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... blood thy sword is warm , The fugitive Parthians follow ; spur through Media , Mesopotamia , and the shelters whither The routed fly : so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots , and Put garlands on thy head ...
... blood thy sword is warm , The fugitive Parthians follow ; spur through Media , Mesopotamia , and the shelters whither The routed fly : so thy grand captain Antony Shall set thee on triumphant chariots , and Put garlands on thy head ...
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... blood ; I and my sword will earn our chronicle ; There is hope in it yet . Cleo . That's my brave lord ! Ant . I will be treble - sinew'd , hearted , breath'd , And fight maliciously for when mine hours Were nice and lucky , men did ...
... blood ; I and my sword will earn our chronicle ; There is hope in it yet . Cleo . That's my brave lord ! Ant . I will be treble - sinew'd , hearted , breath'd , And fight maliciously for when mine hours Were nice and lucky , men did ...
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... blood Shall make it five again . Woo't thou fight well ? Eno . I'll strike ; and cry , Take all . Ant . Well said ; come on . Call forth my household servants ; let's to - night Enter SERVANTS . Be bounteous at our meal . - Give me thy ...
... blood Shall make it five again . Woo't thou fight well ? Eno . I'll strike ; and cry , Take all . Ant . Well said ; come on . Call forth my household servants ; let's to - night Enter SERVANTS . Be bounteous at our meal . - Give me thy ...
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... Ant . We have beat him to his camp ; run one before , And let the queen know of our guests . - To - morrow , Before the sun shall see us , we'll spill the blood • Cuts . 1 That has to - day escaped . I thank you Scene VI . 09 CLEOPATRA .
... Ant . We have beat him to his camp ; run one before , And let the queen know of our guests . - To - morrow , Before the sun shall see us , we'll spill the blood • Cuts . 1 That has to - day escaped . I thank you Scene VI . 09 CLEOPATRA .
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... blood , Cas . Look you sad , friends ? The gods rebuke me , but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings . Agr . And strange it is , That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds . Mec . His taints and honours Waged ...
... blood , Cas . Look you sad , friends ? The gods rebuke me , but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings . Agr . And strange it is , That nature must compel us to lament Our most persisted deeds . Mec . His taints and honours Waged ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus Brabantio Cæsar Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona do't dost thou doth duke Emil ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give Gloster gods grace GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago Imogen is't Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam Mark Antony matter Mess Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble on't Othello Pisanio poison'd Polonius Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo SCENE Serv servant shew soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to-night villain What's
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