Antony and Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Pericles. PoemsG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... , to entreat your cap- tain To soft and gentle speech . Eno . I shall entreat him To answer like himself : if Cæsar move him , Let Antony look over Cæsar's head And speak as loud SCENE II . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 21.
... , to entreat your cap- tain To soft and gentle speech . Eno . I shall entreat him To answer like himself : if Cæsar move him , Let Antony look over Cæsar's head And speak as loud SCENE II . ] ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . 21.
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William Shakespeare. Let Antony look over Cæsar's head And speak as loud as Mars . By Jupiter , Were I the wearer of Antonius ' beard , I would not shave ' t to - day . Lep . For private stomaching . Eno . ' Tis not a time Every time ...
William Shakespeare. Let Antony look over Cæsar's head And speak as loud as Mars . By Jupiter , Were I the wearer of Antonius ' beard , I would not shave ' t to - day . Lep . For private stomaching . Eno . ' Tis not a time Every time ...
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... Head - dress . O , from Italy ! Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears , That long time have been barren . Mess . Madam , madam , — Cleo . Antonius dead ! -If thou say so , villain , Thou kill'st thy mistress : but well and free ...
... Head - dress . O , from Italy ! Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears , That long time have been barren . Mess . Madam , madam , — Cleo . Antonius dead ! -If thou say so , villain , Thou kill'st thy mistress : but well and free ...
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... head : [ She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in brine , Smarting in lingering pickle . Mess . Gracious madam , I that do bring the news made not the match . Cleo . Say ' tis not so , a province I ...
... head : [ She hales him up and down . Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire , and stew'd in brine , Smarting in lingering pickle . Mess . Gracious madam , I that do bring the news made not the match . Cleo . Say ' tis not so , a province I ...
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... head . Ven . O Silius , Silius , ΙΟ I have done enough ; a lower place , note well , May make too great an act : for learn this , Silius ; Better to leave undone , than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away ...
... head . Ven . O Silius , Silius , ΙΟ I have done enough ; a lower place , note well , May make too great an act : for learn this , Silius ; Better to leave undone , than by our deed Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away ...
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Antony ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Bawd beauty blood Boult breath Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian cheek Cleo CLEON Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair false fear fortune foul friends Fulvia Gent gentle give gods grace grief GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cæsar king kiss lady lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lysimachus madam Marina Mark Antony mistress Mytilene ne'er never night noble Parthia Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio pity poison'd Pompey poor Post Posthumus praise pray prince Proculeius queen quoth Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE shalt shame sorrow speak sweet tears tell Thaisa thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true unto weep wilt worth ΙΟ
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第 27 頁 - 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.
第 412 頁 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that...
第 390 頁 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
第 394 頁 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
第 395 頁 - And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
第 421 頁 - HOW like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
第 434 頁 - Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight; Past reason hunted; and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, — and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
第 395 頁 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
第 176 頁 - 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.
第 28 頁 - 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. For her own person, It beggar'd all description ; she did lie In her pavilion, cloth-of-gold of tissue, O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature ; on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,...