The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 7T. Bensley, 1804 |
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Page 55
... Post back with speed , and tell him what hath chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ; Hie hence , and tell him so . Yet , stay a - while ; Thou shalt not back , till I have borne this ...
... Post back with speed , and tell him what hath chanc'd : Here is a mourning Rome , a dangerous Rome , No Rome of safety for Octavius yet ; Hie hence , and tell him so . Yet , stay a - while ; Thou shalt not back , till I have borne this ...
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... posts ? Alex . Ay , madam , twenty several messengers : Why do you send so thick ? Cleo . Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony , Shall die a beggar . - Ink and paper , Charmian . - Welcome , my good Alexas . -Did I ...
... posts ? Alex . Ay , madam , twenty several messengers : Why do you send so thick ? Cleo . Who's born that day When I forget to send to Antony , Shall die a beggar . - Ink and paper , Charmian . - Welcome , my good Alexas . -Did I ...
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... posts . 4 Sold . Here we : [ They take their posts . ] and if to - morrow Our navy thrive , I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up . 3 Sold . ' Tis a brave army , [ Musick of hautboys under the stage . And full ANTONY AND ...
... posts . 4 Sold . Here we : [ They take their posts . ] and if to - morrow Our navy thrive , I have an absolute hope Our landmen will stand up . 3 Sold . ' Tis a brave army , [ Musick of hautboys under the stage . And full ANTONY AND ...
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... post . 2 Sold . Sold . How now , masters ? How now ? How now ? do you hear this ? 1 Sold . [ Several speaking together . Ay ; Is't not strange ? 3 Sold . Do you hear , masters ? do you hear ? 1 Sold . Follow the noise so far as we have ...
... post . 2 Sold . Sold . How now , masters ? How now ? How now ? do you hear this ? 1 Sold . [ Several speaking together . Ay ; Is't not strange ? 3 Sold . Do you hear , masters ? do you hear ? 1 Sold . Follow the noise so far as we have ...
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... the city's ear ; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to- gether , Applauding our approach . [ Exeunt . SCENE IX . CÆSAR'S CAMP . Sentinels on their post 104 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
... the city's ear ; Make mingle with our rattling tabourines ; That heaven and earth may strike their sounds to- gether , Applauding our approach . [ Exeunt . SCENE IX . CÆSAR'S CAMP . Sentinels on their post 104 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA .
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Page 58 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Page 56 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 9 - To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar : What should be in that Caesar?
Page 60 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 57 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 62 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 135 - tis most certain, Iras : saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Page 34 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Page 34 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 74 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you ; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.