The Plays and Poems of ShakespeareBell & Daldy, 1878 |
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... eyes , That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars , now bend , now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart , 1 Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The ...
... eyes , That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars , now bend , now turn The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart , 1 Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The ...
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... eyes ; Bliss in our brows ' bent ; none our parts so poor , But was a race of heaven : 2 they are so still , Or thou , the greatest soldier of the world , Art turn'd the greatest liar . Ant . How now , lady ? Cle . I would I had thy ...
... eyes ; Bliss in our brows ' bent ; none our parts so poor , But was a race of heaven : 2 they are so still , Or thou , the greatest soldier of the world , Art turn'd the greatest liar . Ant . How now , lady ? Cle . I would I had thy ...
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... eyes grow in my There would he anchor his aspect , and die With looking on his life . brow Alex . Enter ALEXAS . Sovereign of Egypt , hail ! Cle . How much unlike art thou Mark Antony ! A burgonet is a kind of helmet . To let me be ...
... eyes grow in my There would he anchor his aspect , and die With looking on his life . brow Alex . Enter ALEXAS . Sovereign of Egypt , hail ! Cle . How much unlike art thou Mark Antony ! A burgonet is a kind of helmet . To let me be ...
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... eyes grow in my There would he anchor his aspect , and die With looking on his life . brow : Alex . Enter ALEXAS . Sovereign of Egypt , hail ! Cle . How much unlike art thou Mark Antony ! A burgonet is a kind of helmet . 6 Yet , coming ...
... eyes grow in my There would he anchor his aspect , and die With looking on his life . brow : Alex . Enter ALEXAS . Sovereign of Egypt , hail ! Cle . How much unlike art thou Mark Antony ! A burgonet is a kind of helmet . 6 Yet , coming ...
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... eyes attend those wars Which ' fronted 3 mine own peace . As for my wife , I would you had her spirit in such another : The third o ' the world is yours , which with a snaffle You may pace easy ; but not such a wife . Their contest was ...
... eyes attend those wars Which ' fronted 3 mine own peace . As for my wife , I would you had her spirit in such another : The third o ' the world is yours , which with a snaffle You may pace easy ; but not such a wife . Their contest was ...
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Antony art thou Arviragus Belarius better Britain brother Cæsar Capulet Char Charmian Cleopatra Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline daughter dead dear death dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Fool fortune gentleman give Glos Gloster gods gone Goneril GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hence honor Iachimo Imogen Juliet Julius Cæsar Jupiter Kent king KING LEAR lady Lear live look lord madam Mark Antony married master Menas Mercutio mistress never night noble nuncle Nurse Parthia Pisanio poison'd Pompey poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray queen Regan Roman Romeo SCENE shalt sister speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Tybalt villain What's wilt
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Página 245 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 21 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 212 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 115 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams ; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her...
Página 40 - 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 Enthroned i...
Página 123 - But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it ; cast it off.
Página 64 - How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave; thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.
Página 52 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 86 - Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir. — Do you see this ? Look on her, — look, — her lips, — Look there, look there ! — [He dies.
Página 219 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.