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... hast seen me , art thou satis- fy'd ? For , if a friend , thou hast beheld enough ; And , if a foe , too much . Ven . ( weeping ) . Look , emperor , this is no common deaw . I have not wept this forty year ; but now My mother comes ...
... hast seen me , art thou satis- fy'd ? For , if a friend , thou hast beheld enough ; And , if a foe , too much . Ven . ( weeping ) . Look , emperor , this is no common deaw . I have not wept this forty year ; but now My mother comes ...
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... hast to head ' em . Ant . Ven . There's but one way shut up ; how came I hither ? Ant . I will not stir . Ven . A better reason . Ant . They would perhaps desire I have never us'd My soldiers to demand a reason of My actions . Why did ...
... hast to head ' em . Ant . Ven . There's but one way shut up ; how came I hither ? Ant . I will not stir . Ven . A better reason . Ant . They would perhaps desire I have never us'd My soldiers to demand a reason of My actions . Why did ...
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... - solence ! Thy men are cowards ; thou , an envious traitor ; Who , under seeming honesty , hast vented The burden of thy rank , o'reflowing gall . 380 O that thou wert my equal , great in arms ACT I. ] 39 All for Love.
... - solence ! Thy men are cowards ; thou , an envious traitor ; Who , under seeming honesty , hast vented The burden of thy rank , o'reflowing gall . 380 O that thou wert my equal , great in arms ACT I. ] 39 All for Love.
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... hast fir'd me ; my soul's up in arms , And mans each part about me ; once again , That noble eagerness of fight has seiz'd me ; 430 435 440 That eagerness with which I darted upward To Cassius's camp 42 [ ACT I. All for Love.
... hast fir'd me ; my soul's up in arms , And mans each part about me ; once again , That noble eagerness of fight has seiz'd me ; 430 435 440 That eagerness with which I darted upward To Cassius's camp 42 [ ACT I. All for Love.
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... hast , and give it me , For never was more need . Iras . I know he loves you . Cleop . Had he been kind , her eyes had told me so , Before her tongue could speak it ; now she stud- ies To soften what he said ; but give me death , Just ...
... hast , and give it me , For never was more need . Iras . I know he loves you . Cleop . Had he been kind , her eyes had told me so , Before her tongue could speak it ; now she stud- ies To soften what he said ; but give me death , Just ...
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Page 9 - Ulysses amongst the crowd of suitors, and, withal, to take my own measures, in aiming at the mark. I doubt not but the same motive has prevailed with all of us in this attempt; I mean the excellency of the moral : For the chief persons represented were famous patterns of unlawful love; and their end accordingly was unfortunate.
Page 93 - 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...
Page 84 - Go to him, children, go; Kneel to him, take him by the hand, speak to him ; For you may speak, and he may own you too, Without a blush; and so he cannot all His children: go, I say, and pull him to me, And pull him to yourselves, from that bad woman.
Page 82 - I can ne'er be conquered but by love; And you do all for duty. You would free me, And would be dropt at Athens; was't not so? Octav. It was, my lord. Ant. Then I must be obliged To one who loves me not ; who, to herself, May call me thankless and ungrateful man: — I'll not endure it; no.
Page 11 - I'en croit. My comfort is, that by this opinion my enemies are but sucking critics, who would fain be nibbling ere their teeth are come. Yet, in this nicety of manners does the excellency of French poetry consist. Their heroes are the most civil people breathing; but their good breeding seldom extends to a word of sense. All their wit is in their ceremony; they want the genius which animates our stage; and therefore 'tis but necessary, when they cannot please, that they should take care not to offend.
Page 144 - And guard the traitor well. Char. The next is ours. Iras. Now, Charmion, to be worthy Of our great queen and mistress.
Page 11 - I am sure will commend him for it. But we of grosser apprehensions are apt to think that this excess of generosity is not practicable, but with fools and madmen.
Page 93 - What you have said so sinks into my soul, That, if I must speak, I shall speak just so. ANT. I leave you then to your sad task : Farewell.
Page xv - Tis much more hard to please himself than you; And out of no feign'd modesty, this day Damns his laborious trifle of a play: Not that it's worse than what before he writ, But he has now another taste of wit; And, to confess a truth, (though out of time,) Grows weary of his long-lov'd mistress, Rhyme. Passion's too fierce to be in fetters bound, And nature flies him like enchanted ground.
Page 99 - I'm sure I want it. My disdainful lord Can never break that quiet; nor awake The sleeping soul, with hollowing in my tomb Such words as fright her hence.