The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Strana 7
... remains 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.
... remains 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.
Strana 8
... these : Andronicus , ftain not thy tomb with blood . Wilt thou draw near the nature of the Gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful ; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge . Thrice noble Titus , fpare my firft - born fon . Tit ...
... these : Andronicus , ftain not thy tomb with blood . Wilt thou draw near the nature of the Gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful ; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge . Thrice noble Titus , fpare my firft - born fon . Tit ...
Strana 12
... these unspeakable deferts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . Tit . Now , Madam , are you prifoner to an Emperor , To him that for your honour and your state Will ufe you nobly , and your followers . ! Sat. A goodly Lady , truft me ...
... these unspeakable deferts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . Tit . Now , Madam , are you prifoner to an Emperor , To him that for your honour and your state Will ufe you nobly , and your followers . ! Sat. A goodly Lady , truft me ...
Strana 13
... thus to difhonour me . Was there none elfe in Rome to make a ftale of But Saturnine ? full well , Andronicus , Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine , B 3 That That faid't , I begg'd the empire at thy hands TITUS ANDRONICUS . 13.
... thus to difhonour me . Was there none elfe in Rome to make a ftale of But Saturnine ? full well , Andronicus , Agree these deeds with that proud brag of thine , B 3 That That faid't , I begg'd the empire at thy hands TITUS ANDRONICUS . 13.
Strana 14
... These words are razors to my wounded heart . Sat. And therefore , lovely Tamora Queen of Goths , That , like the ftately Phoebe ' mong her nymphs , Doft over - fhine the gallant'ft dames of Rome , If thou be pleas'd with this my fudden ...
... These words are razors to my wounded heart . Sat. And therefore , lovely Tamora Queen of Goths , That , like the ftately Phoebe ' mong her nymphs , Doft over - fhine the gallant'ft dames of Rome , If thou be pleas'd with this my fudden ...
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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.