 | 1984 - 440 psl.
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 | 2002 - 704 psl.
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 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 psl.
...is it sin To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us? Cleopatra — A&C IV.xv 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 1362 psl.
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 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 216 psl.
...ritual marriage between herself and the dead Antony which is going to be consummated in the afterworld: 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! I am fire, and air; my other elements... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 396 psl.
...and so Charmian must 'bring our crown and all' (v. ii. 232). Here life is crowned with immortality: Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me. (v. ii. 282} Therefore in death Charmian knows that that crown must be inviolate, meticulously exact... | |
 | Agnes Heller - 2002 - 390 psl.
...she dies as a Roman, as Portia died, as a wife of Antony. Yet, she also dies as a queen. Cleopatra: "Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have / Immortal longings in me. . . . Methinks I hear / Antony call. I see him rouse himself /To praise my noble act . . . Husband,... | |
 | Claire McEachern - 2002 - 310 psl.
...many things, some less, some more. Your voices! Indeed, I would be consul. (2.3.115-17) or Cleopatra's Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have Immortal longings in me. (5.2.274-5) Repeatedly local meanings are thus enhanced by the poet's manipulation of sound. The rhythmic... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 200 psl.
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 | Eric James - 2003 - 236 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... 
