 Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him...  King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts - Page 77by William Shakespeare - 1808 - 78 lehteFull view - About this book
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 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 lehte
...themselves already determined to die with her, she prepares to die in what state is left her. Cleopatra: Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal...men To excuse their after wrath. Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life.... | |
 | Harley Granville-Barker - 1993 - 164 lehte
...dignity; and the pulse of it now throbs with a steady intensity, goes processionally forward, as it were. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal...which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath. . . . Regular metre, saved from formality by the subtle variety of the mid-line stopping; the whole... | |
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