 | 1984 - 526 psl.
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 | Hilary Mantel - 2000 - 240 psl.
...waiting, Charmaine, my Charmaine.' " Her eyes snapped open again. "Charmian, as in Iras and, A and C. 'Give me my robe put on my crown I have immortal longings in me.' If you find it easier, do call me Mrs. Toye." ' 'Withered is the garland of the war, the soldier's... | |
 | John Heilpern - 2000 - 322 psl.
...crested the world..." Her death scene, played with utter tragic naturalness, is simply magnificent. "Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have immortal longings in me... ." To be in Ms. Redgrave's company at such transcendent times is a gift. But yet. . .or, as the Queen... | |
 | Susannah York, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 124 psl.
...with the aid of a poisonous snake, taking her waiting women, Charmian and Iras, with her. CLEOPATRA 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... | |
 | Maurice Charney - 2000 - 258 psl.
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 | 1973 - 896 psl.
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 | Theodore Vrettos - 2010 - 290 psl.
...of Cleopatra captured the imagination of many creative minds, particularly Shakespeare: CLEOPATRA: 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. Yea, Yea, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 1362 psl.
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 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 636 psl.
...what is implied as well as what is said, there is nowhere in him a more lofty line than Cleopatra's ' Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have immortal ' longings in me ! ' Antony at the last is a ruin, and like a ruin — dark, weird, grim, lonely, haggard — he seems... | |
 | Edward Dowden - 1962 - 434 psl.
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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... 
