The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... 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 determine all , Mean while I am poffeft of that is mine . Sat. ' Tis good , Sir ; you are ...
... 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 determine all , Mean while I am poffeft of that is mine . Sat. ' Tis good , Sir ; you are ...
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... shall file our engines with advice , That will not fuffer you to fquare yourselves , But to your wishes height advance you both . The Emperor's Court is like the house of Fame , The palace full of tongues , of eyes , of ears : The woods ...
... shall file our engines with advice , That will not fuffer you to fquare yourselves , But to your wishes height advance you both . The Emperor's Court is like the house of Fame , The palace full of tongues , of eyes , of ears : The woods ...
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... Shall I speak for thee ? fhall I fay , ' tis fo ? Oh that I knew thy heart , and knew the beaft That I might rail at him to ease : my mind ! Sorrow concealed , like an oven ftopt , Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is . Fair ...
... Shall I speak for thee ? fhall I fay , ' tis fo ? Oh that I knew thy heart , and knew the beaft That I might rail at him to ease : my mind ! Sorrow concealed , like an oven ftopt , Doth burn the heart to cinders where it is . Fair ...
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... Shall thy good uncle , and thy brother Lucius , And thou and I fit round about fome fountain , Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks , How they are ftain'd like meadows yet not dry With miry flime left on them by a flood ? And in ...
... Shall thy good uncle , and thy brother Lucius , And thou and I fit round about fome fountain , Looking all downwards to behold our cheeks , How they are ftain'd like meadows yet not dry With miry flime left on them by a flood ? And in ...
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... Shall not be fent ; my hand will serve the turn . My youth can better fpare my blood than you , And therefore mine fhall fave my brothers lives . Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome , And rear'd aloft the bloody battle - ax ...
... Shall not be fent ; my hand will serve the turn . My youth can better fpare my blood than you , And therefore mine fhall fave my brothers lives . Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome , And rear'd aloft the bloody battle - ax ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem felf 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 Hect Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt Neft noble Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Ulyf what's whofe Witch worfe
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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 88 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Seite 93 - 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 189 - 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 87 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 83 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Seite 93 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
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 125 - 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 85 - 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.