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... , & c . - Hamilton . 173 6 Imogen and Iachimo.- Westall . 7. Posthumus , Iachimo , and Philario . - Ditto . 8. Pisanio and Imogen . - Hoppner . 203 217 237 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . SHAK . XII . 3 HISTORICAL ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
... , & c . - Hamilton . 173 6 Imogen and Iachimo.- Westall . 7. Posthumus , Iachimo , and Philario . - Ditto . 8. Pisanio and Imogen . - Hoppner . 203 217 237 ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA . SHAK . XII . 3 HISTORICAL ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
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... Pisanio , a faithful attendant residing in Britain , to put his mistress to death . Disregarding these cruel injunctions , Pisanio induces the unhappy lady to avoid the malice of her stepmother , and the importunities of her son Cloten ...
... Pisanio , a faithful attendant residing in Britain , to put his mistress to death . Disregarding these cruel injunctions , Pisanio induces the unhappy lady to avoid the malice of her stepmother , and the importunities of her son Cloten ...
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... PISANIO , servant to Posthumus . CORNELIUS , a physician . Two GENTLEMEN , WO JAILERS . QUEEN , wife to Cymbeline . IMOGEN , daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen . HELEN , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes ...
... PISANIO , servant to Posthumus . CORNELIUS , a physician . Two GENTLEMEN , WO JAILERS . QUEEN , wife to Cymbeline . IMOGEN , daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen . HELEN , Woman to Imogen . Lords , Ladies , Roman Senators , Tribunes ...
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... PISANIO . Queen . Fie ! -you must give way : Here is your servant.How now , sir ? What news ? Pi . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . No harm , I trust , is done ? Pi . Ha ! There might have been , But that my master rather ...
... PISANIO . Queen . Fie ! -you must give way : Here is your servant.How now , sir ? What news ? Pi . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . No harm , I trust , is done ? Pi . Ha ! There might have been , But that my master rather ...
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... PISANIO . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pi . ' Twas ...
... PISANIO . Imo . I would thou grew'st unto the shores o ' the haven , And question'dst every sail : if he should write , And I not have it , ' twere a paper lost As offer'd mercy is . What was the last That he spake to thee ? Pi . ' Twas ...
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Agrippa Alexandria Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ARVIRAGUS Attendants Belarius Britain Britons brother Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cloten Cymbeline dead dear death Dolabella doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Enter CLEOPATRA Eros EUPHRONIUS Exeunt Exit eyes false farewell father fear fellow fight fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gone Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hence honor Iachimo Imogen Iras Julius Cæsar king kiss lady leave Leonatus Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony master Menas mistress never noble Octavia Parthia Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Proculeius queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Sextus Pompeius SHAK soldier Sooth speak strange sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast villain What's Сут
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Side 47 - I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street : And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted> That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth. Mec. Now Antony must leave her utterly. Eno. Never ; he will not ; Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : Other women Cloy th' appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies.
Side 46 - 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...
Side 147 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping...
Side 34 - We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good ; so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Side 156 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me. Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : — Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. — Methinks I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act...
Side 137 - Noblest of men, woo't die ? Hast thou no care of me ? shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty ? O, see, my women, [Antony dies. The crown o
Side 45 - O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature ; on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid did. Agr. O ! rare for Antony. Eno. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Side 160 - Charmian lived but now ; she stood and spake : I found her trimming up the diadem On her dead mistress ; tremblingly she stood, And on the sudden dropp'd.
Side 128 - Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with a thought; The rack * dislimns ; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Eros. It does, my lord. Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy captain is Even such a body : here I am Antony ; Yet cannot hold this visible shape.
Side 135 - I am dying, Egypt, dying ; only I here importune death awhile, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips.— Cleo.