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In 1607 was published at London , by Valentine Sims , “ The patterne of painful adventures , containing the most excellent , pleasant , and variable historie of the strange accidents that befell unto Prince Appolonius , the lady Lucina ...
In 1607 was published at London , by Valentine Sims , “ The patterne of painful adventures , containing the most excellent , pleasant , and variable historie of the strange accidents that befell unto Prince Appolonius , the lady Lucina ...
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At mine own house , good lady . Por . What is't o'clock ? Sooth . About the ninth hour , lady . Por . Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ? Sooth . Madam , not yet ; I go to take my stand , To see him pass on to the Capitol . Por .
At mine own house , good lady . Por . What is't o'clock ? Sooth . About the ninth hour , lady . Por . Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol ? Sooth . Madam , not yet ; I go to take my stand , To see him pass on to the Capitol . Por .
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You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and prov'd a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my children shall have ...
You shall outlive the lady whom you serve . Char . O excellent ! I love long life better than figs . Sooth . You have seen and prov'd a fairer former fortune Than that which is to approach . Char . Then , belike , my children shall have ...
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No , lady . Clco . Was he not here ? Char . No , madam . Cleo . He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him . - Enobarbus , Eno . Madam . Cleo . Seek him , and bring him hither . Where's Alexas ? Aler .
No , lady . Clco . Was he not here ? Char . No , madam . Cleo . He was dispos'd to mirth ; but on the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him . - Enobarbus , Eno . Madam . Cleo . Seek him , and bring him hither . Where's Alexas ? Aler .
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... and eyes ; Bliss in our brows ' bent ; none our parts so poor , But was a race of heaven : They are so still , Or thou , the greatest soldier of the world , Are turn'd the greatest liar . Ant . How now , lady ! Cleo .
... and eyes ; Bliss in our brows ' bent ; none our parts so poor , But was a race of heaven : They are so still , Or thou , the greatest soldier of the world , Are turn'd the greatest liar . Ant . How now , lady ! Cleo .
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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.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 7 The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | T. Bensley, 1804 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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