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... Lucius , thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus face . What art thou stiffe ? Stand'st out ? Tit . No Caius Martius , Ile leane upon one Crutch , and fight with tother , Ere stay Men . behinde this Businesse . Oh true - bred . Sen ...
... Lucius , thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus face . What art thou stiffe ? Stand'st out ? Tit . No Caius Martius , Ile leane upon one Crutch , and fight with tother , Ere stay Men . behinde this Businesse . Oh true - bred . Sen ...
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... Lucius . Tamo . Where is my Lord the King ? King . Heere Tamora , though griev'd with killing griefe . Tam . Where is thy brother Bassianus ? King , Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound , Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered ...
... Lucius . Tamo . Where is my Lord the King ? King . Heere Tamora , though griev'd with killing griefe . Tam . Where is thy brother Bassianus ? King , Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound , Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered ...
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... Lucius come , Stay not to talke with them . Exeunt . Enter the Empresse Sonnes , with Lavinia , her hands cut off and her tongue cut out , and ravisht . Deme . So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake , Who ' twas that cut thy ...
... Lucius come , Stay not to talke with them . Exeunt . Enter the Empresse Sonnes , with Lavinia , her hands cut off and her tongue cut out , and ravisht . Deme . So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake , Who ' twas that cut thy ...
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... warme teares Ile melt the snow , And keepe eternall spring time on thy face , So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood . Exeunt . Enter Lucius , with his weapon drawne . Oh reverent 252 ACT III . The Tragedie of Titus Andronicus .
... warme teares Ile melt the snow , And keepe eternall spring time on thy face , So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood . Exeunt . Enter Lucius , with his weapon drawne . Oh reverent 252 ACT III . The Tragedie of Titus Andronicus .
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... Lucius for thy brothers let me plead , Grave Tribunes , once more I intreat of you . Lu . My gracious Lord , no Tribune heares you speake . Ti . Why ' tis no matter man , if they did heare They would not marke me : oh if they did heare ...
... Lucius for thy brothers let me plead , Grave Tribunes , once more I intreat of you . Lu . My gracious Lord , no Tribune heares you speake . Ti . Why ' tis no matter man , if they did heare They would not marke me : oh if they did heare ...
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Seite 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Seite 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Seite 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Seite 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Seite 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Seite 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Seite 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Seite 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Seite 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Seite 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother