The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... fall mad , or elfe die fuddenly . No fooner had they told this hellish tale , 1 1 1 But ftraight they told me they would bind me here , Unto the body of a difmal yew , And leave me to this miferable death . And then they call me foul ...
... fall mad , or elfe die fuddenly . No fooner had they told this hellish tale , 1 1 1 But ftraight they told me they would bind me here , Unto the body of a difmal yew , And leave me to this miferable death . And then they call me foul ...
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... falls into the pit . Quin . What , art thou fall'n ? what fubtle hole is this , Whofe mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briars , Upon whofe leaves are drops of new - fhed blood , As fresh as morning dew diftill'd on flowers ? A very ...
... falls into the pit . Quin . What , art thou fall'n ? what fubtle hole is this , Whofe mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briars , Upon whofe leaves are drops of new - fhed blood , As fresh as morning dew diftill'd on flowers ? A very ...
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... Falls in . SCENE VIII . Enter the Emperor and Aaron . Sat. Along with me , I'll fee what hole is here , And what he is that now is leap'd into't . Say , who art thou that lately did defcend Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? Mar. Th ...
... Falls in . SCENE VIII . Enter the Emperor and Aaron . Sat. Along with me , I'll fee what hole is here , And what he is that now is leap'd into't . Say , who art thou that lately did defcend Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? Mar. Th ...
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... fall between thy rofie lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But fure fome Tereus hath defloured thee , And left thou fhou'dft detect him , cut thy tongue . Ah , now thou turn'ft away thy face for fhame : And notwithstanding ...
... fall between thy rofie lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But fure fome Tereus hath defloured thee , And left thou fhou'dft detect him , cut thy tongue . Ah , now thou turn'ft away thy face for fhame : And notwithstanding ...
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... fall May run into that fink , and foaking in , Drown the lamenting fool in fea - falt tears . Mar. Fie , brother , fie , teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life . Tit . How now ! has forrow made thee doat ...
... fall May run into that fink , and foaking in , Drown the lamenting fool in fea - falt tears . Mar. Fie , brother , fie , teach her not thus to lay Such violent hands upon her tender life . Tit . How now ! has forrow made thee doat ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Baffianus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear felf fervice fhall fhew fhould fight flain fleep fome fons forrow foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Goths Guiderius hand hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft muft muſt Neft noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Rome Saturnine SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Trojan Ulyf what's whofe Witch
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Seite 191 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Seite 206 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Seite 83 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Seite 91 - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Seite 85 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Seite 111 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog...
Seite 106 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 103 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Seite 127 - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
Seite 91 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.