The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Strana 6
... fhould , Plead your deferts in peace and humblenefs . Sat. How fair the Tribune fpeaks , to calm my thoughts Baf . Marcus Andronicus , fo I do affie In thy uprightness and integrity , And fo I love and honour thee and thine , Thy noble ...
... fhould , Plead your deferts in peace and humblenefs . Sat. How fair the Tribune fpeaks , to calm my thoughts Baf . Marcus Andronicus , fo I do affie In thy uprightness and integrity , And fo I love and honour thee and thine , Thy noble ...
Strana 10
... fhould I don this robe , and trouble you ? Be chofe with proclamations to - day , To - morrow yield up rule , refign my life , And fet abroach new bufinefs for you all ? Rome , I have been thy foldier forty years , And led my country's ...
... fhould I don this robe , and trouble you ? Be chofe with proclamations to - day , To - morrow yield up rule , refign my life , And fet abroach new bufinefs for you all ? Rome , I have been thy foldier forty years , And led my country's ...
Strana 20
... fhould the Empress know , This difcord's ground , the mufick would not please . Chi . I care not , I , knew she and all the world ; I love Lavinia more than all the world . Dem . Youngling , learn thou to make some better choice ...
... fhould the Empress know , This difcord's ground , the mufick would not please . Chi . I care not , I , knew she and all the world ; I love Lavinia more than all the world . Dem . Youngling , learn thou to make some better choice ...
Strana 21
... fhould not we be tir'd with this ado : Why , hark ye , hark ye and are you fuch fools - To fquare for this ? would it offend you then That both fhould speed ? Chi . ' Faith , not me . Dem . No , nor me . Aar . For fhame be friends , and ...
... fhould not we be tir'd with this ado : Why , hark ye , hark ye and are you fuch fools - To fquare for this ? would it offend you then That both fhould speed ? Chi . ' Faith , not me . Dem . No , nor me . Aar . For fhame be friends , and ...
Strana 28
... fhould I rob my fweet fons of their fee . No ; let them fatisfie their luft on thee . Dem . Away ! for thou haft ftaid us here too long . Lav . No grace ? no womanhood ? ah beaftly creature ! The blot and enemy of our general name ...
... fhould I rob my fweet fons of their fee . No ; let them fatisfie their luft on thee . Dem . Away ! for thou haft ftaid us here too long . Lav . No grace ? no womanhood ? ah beaftly creature ! The blot and enemy of our general name ...
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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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Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.