The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell Volume 5 by William Shakespeare (Paperback / softback, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 Excerpt: ...'tis time we twain Did show ourselves i' the field; and to that end Assemble we immediate council: Pompey Thrives in our idleness. Lep. To-morrow, Caesar, I shall be furnish'd to inform you rightly Both what by sea and land I can be able To front this present time. Cces. Till which encounter It is my business too. Farewell. Lep. Farewell, my lord: what you shall kw meantime Of stirs abroad, I shall beseech you, sir, To let me be partaker. Cces. Doubt t, sir; I knew it for my bond. Exeunt. SCENE V.--Alexandria. A Room in the Palace. Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Dias, and Mardian. Cleo. Charmian, --Cltar. Madam? Cleo. Ha, ha!--Give me to drink mandragora. Char. Why, madam? Cleo. That I might sleep out this great gap of time My Antony is away. Char. You think of him too much. Cleo. 0, 'tis treason! Char. Madam, I trust, t so. Cleo. Thou, eunuch Mardian! Mar. What's your highness' pleasure? Cleo. Not w to hear thee sing; I take pleasure In aught an eunuch has: 'tis well for thee That, being unseminar'd, thy freer thoughts May t fly forth of Egypt. Hast thou affections? Mar. Yes, gracious madam. Cleo. Indeed! Mar. Not in deed, madam; for I can do thing But what indeed is honest to be done: Yet have I fierce affections, and think What Venus did with Mars. Cleo. 0 Charmian, Where think'st thou he is w? Stands he or aits he? Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? 0 happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony! Do bravely, horse! for wott'st thou whom thou mov'st? The demi-Atlas of this earth, the arm And burgonet of men.--He's speaking w, Or murmuring, Where's my serpent of old Nile? For so he calls me.--Now I feed myself With most delicious poison: --think on me, That am with Phoebus' amorous pinches black, And wrinkled deep in time? Broad-fronted Cae...