The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Zväzok 11R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 46.
Strana 9
... juft and gracious unto me As I am confident and kind to thee . Open thy gates , and let me in . Baf . Tribunes , and me a poor competitor . [ They go up into the Senate - house Enter a Captain . Cap . Romans , make way TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... juft and gracious unto me As I am confident and kind to thee . Open thy gates , and let me in . Baf . Tribunes , and me a poor competitor . [ They go up into the Senate - house Enter a Captain . Cap . Romans , make way TITUS ANDRONICUS .
Strana 11
... poor remains , alive or dead ! These that furvive let Rome reward with love ; These that I bring unto their latest home , With burial among their ancestors . Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword : Titus , unkind , and ...
... poor remains , alive or dead ! These that furvive let Rome reward with love ; These that I bring unto their latest home , With burial among their ancestors . Here Goths have given me leave to sheath my sword : Titus , unkind , and ...
Strana 37
... Poor I was flain , when Baffianus died . 3 Tam . What beggeft thou then ? fond woman , let me go . Lav . ' Tis prefent death I beg ; and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worfe than ...
... Poor I was flain , when Baffianus died . 3 Tam . What beggeft thou then ? fond woman , let me go . Lav . ' Tis prefent death I beg ; and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worfe than ...
Strana 39
... poor Baffianus ' grave . I have no ftrength to pluck thee to the brink . Mar. And I no ftrength to climb without thy help . Quin . Thy hand once more ; I will not loofe again , ' Till thou art here aloft , or I below . Thou canst not ...
... poor Baffianus ' grave . I have no ftrength to pluck thee to the brink . Mar. And I no ftrength to climb without thy help . Quin . Thy hand once more ; I will not loofe again , ' Till thou art here aloft , or I below . Thou canst not ...
Strana 40
... Poor Baffianus here lyes murdered . [ wound ; Fam . Then all too late I bring this fatal writ , The complot of this timeless tragedy ; And wonder greatly that man's face can fold In pleafing fmiles fuch murderous tyranny . [ She gives ...
... Poor Baffianus here lyes murdered . [ wound ; Fam . Then all too late I bring this fatal writ , The complot of this timeless tragedy ; And wonder greatly that man's face can fold In pleafing fmiles fuch murderous tyranny . [ She gives ...
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Aaron Achilles Æneas againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus anfwer Antenor Aufidius Baffianus Becauſe blood brother Calchas caufe Chiron Cominius Coriolanus Creffid defire Deiphobus Diomede doth Emperor Emprefs Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame feem fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fight flain foldier fome fons forrow foul fpeak friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword give gods Goths Grecian Greek hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Hecuba Helen himſelf honour houſe Lart Lartius Lavinia Lord Lucius Marcius Menelaus Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor noble paffage Pandarus Patroclus pleaſe pray prefent Priam reafon revenge Roman Rome ſhall ſpeak ſtand Tamora tell thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe Titus Titus Andronicus tribunes Troi Troilus Trojan Ulyf Ulyffes Volfcians whofe word
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Strana 306 - 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 254 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Strana 213 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Strana 306 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Strana 254 - And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd Amidst the other; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad: But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents?