The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Tom 12G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... Guard . Enter DERCETAS and Guard . What's the noise ? Ant . I have done my work ill , friends ; O , make an end Of what I have begun . 2 Guard . 1 Guard . And time is at his period . All . Ant . Let him that loves me , strike me dead ...
... Guard . Enter DERCETAS and Guard . What's the noise ? Ant . I have done my work ill , friends ; O , make an end Of what I have begun . 2 Guard . 1 Guard . And time is at his period . All . Ant . Let him that loves me , strike me dead ...
Strona 126
... guard , I pr❜ythee . Dio . What , ho ! the emperor's guard ! The guard , what , ho ! Come , your lord calls . Enter some of the Guard . Ant . Bear me , good friends , where Cleopatra bides ; ' Tis the last service that I shall command ...
... guard , I pr❜ythee . Dio . What , ho ! the emperor's guard ! The guard , what , ho ! Come , your lord calls . Enter some of the Guard . Ant . Bear me , good friends , where Cleopatra bides ; ' Tis the last service that I shall command ...
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. 1 Guard . Woe are we , sir , you may not live to wear All your true followers out . All ... guard have brought him thither . Cleo . Enter ANTONY , borne by the Guard . CLEOPATRA . * 127.
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. 1 Guard . Woe are we , sir , you may not live to wear All your true followers out . All ... guard have brought him thither . Cleo . Enter ANTONY , borne by the Guard . CLEOPATRA . * 127.
Strona 128
... Guard . O thou sun , Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in ! -darkling stand The varying shore o'the world ! -O Antony ! Antony , Antony ! -Charmian , help ; help , Iras ; Help , friends below ; let's draw him hither . Ant . Not Cæsar's ...
... Guard . O thou sun , Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in ! -darkling stand The varying shore o'the world ! -O Antony ! Antony , Antony ! -Charmian , help ; help , Iras ; Help , friends below ; let's draw him hither . Ant . Not Cæsar's ...
Strona 131
... guard below . We'll bury him : and then , what's brave , what's noble , Let's do it after the high Roman fashion , And make death proud to take us . Come , away : This case of that huge spirit now is cold . Ah , women , women ! come ...
... guard below . We'll bury him : and then , what's brave , what's noble , Let's do it after the high Roman fashion , And make death proud to take us . Come , away : This case of that huge spirit now is cold . Ah , women , women ! come ...
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Agrippa Alexas ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA ARVIRAGUS Belarius blood Britain Britons brother burgonet Cæs Cæsar call'd Char Charmian Cleo Cloten Cœs Cymbeline dead death do't Dolabella doth Egypt Enobarbus Enter ANTONY Enter CESAR Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fight fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour i'the Iach Iachimo Imogen Iras is't JOHNSON Julius Cæsar king lady leigers Leonatus Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony master Mess Messenger mistress never noble o'the Octa Octavia on't Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Proculeius queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Sextus Pompeius Shakspeare Sold soldier speak STEEVENS strange sword tell thee There's thine thing Thou art thou hast villain WARBURTON What's word
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