The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... alive and dead ! These that furvive , let Rome reward with love ; Thefe that I bring unto their lateft home , With burial among their anseftors , Here Goths have given me leave to fheath my Titus 2 Here TITUS ANDRONICUS . 7.
... alive and dead ! These that furvive , let Rome reward with love ; Thefe that I bring unto their lateft home , With burial among their anseftors , Here Goths have given me leave to fheath my Titus 2 Here TITUS ANDRONICUS . 7.
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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Here Goths have given me leave to fheath my Titus , unkind , and careless of thine own , Why fuffer'ft thou thy fons , unburied yet , To hover on the dreadful fhore of Styx ? fword Make ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Here Goths have given me leave to fheath my Titus , unkind , and careless of thine own , Why fuffer'ft thou thy fons , unburied yet , To hover on the dreadful fhore of Styx ? fword Make ...
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... leave this maid is mine . [ Seixing Lavinia , Tit . How , Sir ? are you in earnest then , my Lord ? Baf . Ay noble Titus ; and refolv'd withal , To do my felf this reafon and this right . [ The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb fhew . Mar ...
... leave this maid is mine . [ Seixing Lavinia , Tit . How , Sir ? are you in earnest then , my Lord ? Baf . Ay noble Titus ; and refolv'd withal , To do my felf this reafon and this right . [ The Emperor courts Tamora in dumb fhew . Mar ...
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... leave . Sat. Traitor , if Rome have law , or we have power , Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape . Baf . Rape call you it , my Lord , to feize my own , My true betrothed love , and now my wife ? But let the laws of Rome ...
... leave . Sat. Traitor , if Rome have law , or we have power , Thou and thy faction shall repent this rape . Baf . Rape call you it , my Lord , to feize my own , My true betrothed love , and now my wife ? But let the laws of Rome ...
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... leave to plead my deeds . ' Tis thou , and thofe , that have dishonour'd me : Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge , How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine . Tam . My worthy Lord , if ever Tamora Were gracious in thofe princely ...
... leave to plead my deeds . ' Tis thou , and thofe , that have dishonour'd me : Rome and the righteous heavens be my judge , How I have lov'd and honour'd Saturnine . Tam . My worthy Lord , if ever Tamora Were gracious in thofe princely ...
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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.