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Aler Alexander Allw Allworth ALTEA Amble Antony arms brave Caca Caesar Cassander Cleo Cleopatra Clyt Clytus command Constantia dare dear death Dolabella Don Frederick Don John dost Duke Enter Don Ereunt Erit Estif Eumenes eyes fair farewell fear fellow fool Fred gentleman give Greedy hear heart Heaven Heph Hephestion honest honour hope husband i'th Juan JUAN DE CASTRo king lady Land leave Leon live look lord Lord Lovell Lysimachus madam MARALL Marg married mistress mother ne'er never noble o'er Octavia Old Wom on't pardon Parisatis Perdiccas Peter Petr Petruchio Polyperchon Pr'ythee pray queen Roxana SCENE Sir G Sir Giles soldier soul speak Stat Statira sure sweet sword tell thank thee there's thing thou art thou hast Twas twill Vent Ventidius WATCHALL Wellb Wellborn wench what's wife woman word young
第 45 頁 - Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain; And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the world's open view...
第 77 頁 - Well. This rage is vain, sir ; For fighting, fear not, you shall have your hands full, Upon the least incitement ; and whereas You charge me with a debt of a thousand pounds, If there be law, (howe'er you have no conscience,) Either restore my land, or I'll recover A debt, that's truly due to me from you, In value ten times more than what you challenge. Over. I in thy debt ! O impudence ! did I not purchase The land left by thy father...
第 7 頁 - Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
第 13 頁 - It sits too near you. Ant. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day, And, in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, The hag that rifles my dreams Vent.
第 18 頁 - Sir, it is her will, Which we, that are her servants, ought to serve, And not dispute. Howe'er, you are nobly welcome; And, if you please to stay, that you may think so, There came, not six days since, from Hull, a pipe Of rich Canary, which shall spend itself For my lady's honour. GREEDY. Is it of the right race?
第 65 頁 - I'm only troubled, The life I bear is worn to such a rag, 'Tis scarce worth giving. I could wish, indeed, We threw it from us with a better grace; That, like two lions taken in the toils, We might at least thrust out our paws, and wound The hunters that inclose us.
第 11 頁 - tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness. 'Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, 'Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward, To be trod out by Caesar? VENT, [aside']. On my soul, 'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful ! ANT.
第 37 頁 - She lay, and leant her cheek upon her hand, And cast a look so languishingly sweet, As if, secure of all beholders...