 | Millicent Bell - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 316 pages
...course and lighted The little O, the earth. . . . His legs bestrid the ocean, his reared arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned...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 ¡n't; an autumn 'twas... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - Drama - 2002 - 240 pages
...217-19. Dolabclla. Most sovereign creature, Cleopatra. His legs bestrid the ocean, his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned...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... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - Drama - 2002 - 208 pages
...there are all sorts of polarities juxtaposed. Cleopatra defines one of them in her dream of Antony: 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 ratding thunder. (v, ii, 83-6) Notice how Irene Worth's voice subdy reflects... | |
 | G. Wilsin Knight - Drama - 2002 - 368 pages
...thunder-music contrast — such as occurs throughout Coriolanus — in Cleopatra's dream of Antony: ... 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. (v. ii. 83) Here love's voice, as often elsewhere, is compared... | |
 | David Wiles - Drama - 2003 - 332 pages
...course and lighted The little O, o'th earth . . . His legs bestrid the ocean; his reared arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned...and that to friends But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder . . ,8' it is easy for a modern audience in the reconstructed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 224 pages
...earth. DOLABELLA Most sovereign creature CLEOPATRA His legs bestrid the ocean, his reared arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned...and that to friends But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, 85 He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't - an autumn... | |
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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. 
