 | Bryher - 2000 - 336 psl.
...the desolate memory of the few stones left of the city that had nurtured Hannibal and betrayed him. Give me my robe, put on my crown! I have Immortal...longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: 62 Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call: I see him... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1959 - 1392 psl.
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 | Harry Pauley - 2000 - 462 psl.
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 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 404 psl.
...assumption of a royal identity, the immortal body symbolized by the regalia in which her women deck her:2 'Give me my robe, put on my crown I have | Immortal longings in me' (5.2.279-80). 1 For an account of the political doctrine on which this scene depends, see Ernst H.... | |
 | Lawrence Danson - 2000 - 172 psl.
...A tragedy that ends in death also ends, by Cleopatra's imaginative fiat, with a triumphal marriage: Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have Immortal longings in me Husband, I come. Now to that name my courage prove my title. The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,... | |
 | 1978 - 500 psl.
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 | Leon Garfield - 2000 - 328 psl.
...he mumbled, and unwillingly shuffled away. Iras returned, richly laden. Cleopatra held out her arms: "Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have immortal longings in me," she cried joyfully, as her women began to attire her. "Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse... | |
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Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The... 
