The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Malone's Edition. With Select Explanatory Notes, Volume 6C. Bathurst ... and the rest of the proprietors, 1786 |
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Page 139
... sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir'd , Than by the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom'd the best of men , To taunt at flackness . - Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea ! What else ...
... sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir'd , Than by the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom'd the best of men , To taunt at flackness . - Canidius , we Will fight with him by fea . Cleo . By fea ! What else ...
Page 167
... sweets On bloffoming Cæfar ; and this pine is bark'd , That over - topp'd them all . Betray'd I am : O this falfe foul of Egypt ! this grave charm , - Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home ; Whose bofom was my crownet ...
... sweets On bloffoming Cæfar ; and this pine is bark'd , That over - topp'd them all . Betray'd I am : O this falfe foul of Egypt ! this grave charm , - Whofe eye beck'd forth my wars , and call'd them home ; Whose bofom was my crownet ...
Page 175
... sweet queen : Of Cæfar seek your honour , with your safety . - O ! Cleo . They do not go together . Ant . Gentle , hear me : None about Cæfar truft , but Proculeius . Cleo . My refolution , and my hands , I'll trust ; None about Cæfar ...
... sweet queen : Of Cæfar seek your honour , with your safety . - O ! Cleo . They do not go together . Ant . Gentle , hear me : None about Cæfar truft , but Proculeius . Cleo . My refolution , and my hands , I'll trust ; None about Cæfar ...
Page 190
... sweet as balm , as foft as air , as gentle , - O An- 5 Are my lips poifon'd by the afpick , that my kifs has deftroyed thee ? Iras must be supposed to have applied an afp to her arm while her mistress was fettling her drefs , or I know ...
... sweet as balm , as foft as air , as gentle , - O An- 5 Are my lips poifon'd by the afpick , that my kifs has deftroyed thee ? Iras must be supposed to have applied an afp to her arm while her mistress was fettling her drefs , or I know ...
Page 14
... sweet knaves , And all this courtesy ! The ftrain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey 5 . Alc . Sir , you have fav'd my longing , and I feed Moft hungrily on your fight . Tim . Right welcome , fir : Ere we depart " , we'll fhare a ...
... sweet knaves , And all this courtesy ! The ftrain of man's bred out Into baboon and monkey 5 . Alc . Sir , you have fav'd my longing , and I feed Moft hungrily on your fight . Tim . Right welcome , fir : Ere we depart " , we'll fhare a ...
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