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Marc . Princes , that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously for rule and empery , Know that the people of Rome , for whom we stand A special party , have , by common voice , In election for the Roman empery , Chosen Andronicus ...
Marc . Princes , that strive by factions and by friends Ambitiously for rule and empery , Know that the people of Rome , for whom we stand A special party , have , by common voice , In election for the Roman empery , Chosen Andronicus ...
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Marc . Long live Lord Titus , my beloved brother , Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome ! Tit . Thanks , gentle tribune , noble brother Marcus . Marc . And welcome , nephews , from successful wars , You that survive , and you that ...
Marc . Long live Lord Titus , my beloved brother , Gracious triumpher in the eyes of Rome ! Tit . Thanks , gentle tribune , noble brother Marcus . Marc . And welcome , nephews , from successful wars , You that survive , and you that ...
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... slain manfully in arms , In right and service of their noble country : Give me a staff of honour for mine age , But not a sceptre to control the world : Upright he held it , lords , that held it last . 180 190 200 Marc .
... slain manfully in arms , In right and service of their noble country : Give me a staff of honour for mine age , But not a sceptre to control the world : Upright he held it , lords , that held it last . 180 190 200 Marc .
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... Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will , I hope , Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth , And ripen justice in this commonweal : Then , if you will elect by my advice , Crown him , and say ' Long live our emperor ! ' Marc .
... Lord Saturnine ; whose virtues will , I hope , Reflect on Rome as Titan's rays on earth , And ripen justice in this commonweal : Then , if you will elect by my advice , Crown him , and say ' Long live our emperor ! ' Marc .
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Marc . ' Suum cuique ' is our Roman justice : This prince in justice seizeth but his own . Luc . And that he will , and shall , if Lucius live . Tit . Traitors , avaunt ! Where is the emperor's guard ? Treason , my lord !
Marc . ' Suum cuique ' is our Roman justice : This prince in justice seizeth but his own . Luc . And that he will , and shall , if Lucius live . Tit . Traitors , avaunt ! Where is the emperor's guard ? Treason , my lord !
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Andronicus bear better blood bring brother cardinal cause comes dead dear death doth Duke emperor England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall father fear follow France French friar Gent gentle give grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence Henry highness Holinshed honour hour I'll Juliet Kath keep king king's lady Lavinia leave live look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcus married master mean never night noble Nurse once peace Pist play poor pray prince queen Rome Romeo SCENE serve Shakespeare sons soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thought Titus tongue true turn young
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Seite 28 - The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Seite 441 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Seite 101 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Seite 426 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Seite 437 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
Seite 218 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Seite 280 - With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her. Truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her. She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbors.
Seite 243 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Seite 234 - s holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 481 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare, Band 7 The Eversley edition The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Charles Harold Herford |
| Verlag | Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
| Original von | University of Michigan |
| Digitalisiert | 21. Mai 2007 |
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