The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Strana 10
... head on headless Rome . Tit . A better head her glorious body fits , Than his that shakes for age and feebleness : What fhould I don this robe , and trouble you ? Be chofe with proclamations to - day , To - morrow yield up rule , refign ...
... head on headless Rome . Tit . A better head her glorious body fits , Than his that shakes for age and feebleness : What fhould I don this robe , and trouble you ? Be chofe with proclamations to - day , To - morrow yield up rule , refign ...
Strana 24
... head . Hark , Tamora , ( the Emprefs of my foul , Which never hopes more heaven than refts in thee ) This is the day of doom for Baffianus ; His Philomel muft lofe her tongue to - day , Thy fons make pillage of her chastity , And wash ...
... head . Hark , Tamora , ( the Emprefs of my foul , Which never hopes more heaven than refts in thee ) This is the day of doom for Baffianus ; His Philomel muft lofe her tongue to - day , Thy fons make pillage of her chastity , And wash ...
Strana 38
... heads I mean.- -Oh , how this villainy Doth fat me with the very thought of it ! Let fools do good , and fair men call for grace , Aaron will have his foul black like his face . SCENE IV . [ Afide . Tit . O hear ! -I lift this one hand ...
... heads I mean.- -Oh , how this villainy Doth fat me with the very thought of it ! Let fools do good , and fair men call for grace , Aaron will have his foul black like his face . SCENE IV . [ Afide . Tit . O hear ! -I lift this one hand ...
Strana 39
... heads of thy two noble fons , And here's thy hand in fcorn to thee fent back ; Thy grief's their fport , thy refolution mockt : That woe is me to think upon thy woes , More than remembrance of my father's death . Mar. Now let hot Etna ...
... heads of thy two noble fons , And here's thy hand in fcorn to thee fent back ; Thy grief's their fport , thy refolution mockt : That woe is me to think upon thy woes , More than remembrance of my father's death . Mar. Now let hot Etna ...
Strana 40
... heads do feem to speak to me , And threat me , I fhall never come to blifs , ' Till all thefe mifchiefs be return'd ... head , And in this hand the other will I bear ; Lavinia , thou shalt be employed in these things ; Bear thou my hand ...
... heads do feem to speak to me , And threat me , I fhall never come to blifs , ' Till all thefe mifchiefs be return'd ... head , And in this hand the other will I bear ; Lavinia , thou shalt be employed in these things ; Bear thou my hand ...
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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.