The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes Volume 8
Author | : William Shakespeare |
Publisher | : Rarebooksclub.com |
Total Pages | : 122 |
Release | : 2013-09 |
Genre | : |
ISBN | : 9781230171722 |
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1823 edition. Excerpt: ...is a spit: the' spires of churches are likewise so called in the northern counties, as Darnton broach. RITSON. 17 Sedate determination; silent coolness of resolution. JOITN80N. s1 I suppose the meaning of these strange words is, herfi trifling, you do not ve oA in carnal. JOHNSON. I can no more. Dies. deo. Noblest of men, woo't die.? Hast thou no care of me? shall I abide In, this dull world, which in thy absence is N"o better than a stye?--O, see, my women, Tlie crown o'the earth doth melt: --My lord!--O, -wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen;7 young boys, and girls, Are level now with men: the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon. She faint f Char. O, quietness, lady! Iras. She is dead too, our sovereign. Char. Lady, --Iras. Madam, --Char. O madam, madam, madam! Iras. Royal Egypt! impress! Char. Peace, peace, Iras. Cleo. No more but e'n a woman;s and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks, And does the meanest chares.9--It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them, that this world did equal theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is sottish; and impatience does Become a dog that's mad: Then is it sin, To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us?--How do you, women? What, what? good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian My noble girls!--Ah, women, women! look, Our lamp is spent, it's out: --Good sirs, take heart: --To the Guards beloa 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; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest...