 | Robert McDavid - 2006 - 608 psl.
...off the bed stand and onto the carpet. He In her thick German accent, the blond woman drowsily said, "Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have immortal longings in me." Erika Schroeder started to smile and then cracked open her eyes. "Cleopatra?" he asked. "Yes," she... | |
 | Martin Lings - 2006 - 228 psl.
...which is pushed, one feels, to the very limits of human nature, until each could say, with Cleopatra: Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me. (V, 2, 279—80) Even those who refuse to admit that Shakespeare himself speaks through any of his... | |
 | Marvin Rosenberg, Mary Rosenberg - 2006 - 628 psl.
...mellifluously from Cleopatra's lips." And yet the words are so simple, single-syllabled, all except two: Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have Immortal longings in me. Immortal longings! Listen to the sound of those words! Speak them. (Does Cleopatra smile a little,... | |
 | Christa Jansohn - 2006 - 324 psl.
...Show me, my women, like a queen; go fetch My best attires. I am again for Cydnus To meet Marc Antony Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have Immortal longings in me . . . (5.2.227-81) Just at the moment that proves it mortal, love reaches out imperiously for immortality.17... | |
 | J.V. Subrahmanyam - 208 psl.
...master hand does this: Cleopatra hears the news of Antony's death and prepares herself to die. She says: 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. Quick; methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble... | |
 | Janette Dillon - 2007 - 147 psl.
...she does, it is with calm authority and easy elevation that she begins to set her death in motion: Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have Immortal longings in me. (279-80) The echo of, and competition with, Antony, is still audible; and yet somehow the competition... | |
 | Martin Pilcher - 2008 - 250 psl.
...it nonetheless. I fumble for my dressing gown and turn again to face the mirror. It is semi-opaque. Give me my robe, put on my crown' I have immortal longings in me. I fear I am barking up the wrong tree already. I clear the circle in the mirror a second time and peer... | |
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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... 
