The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... thou haft ftruck upon my creft , And with these boys mine honour thou haft wounded . My foes I do repute you every ... thy brother Marcus to interr His noble nephew here in virtue's neft , That died in honour , and Lavinia's caufe . Thou art ...
... thou haft ftruck upon my creft , And with these boys mine honour thou haft wounded . My foes I do repute you every ... thy brother Marcus to interr His noble nephew here in virtue's neft , That died in honour , and Lavinia's caufe . Thou art ...
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... Thy temples should be planted presently With horns , as was Alteon's , and the hounds Should drive upon thy new - transformed limbs , Unmannerly intruder as thou art . Lav . Under your patience , gentle Emperefs , ' Tis thought you have ...
... Thy temples should be planted presently With horns , as was Alteon's , and the hounds Should drive upon thy new - transformed limbs , Unmannerly intruder as thou art . Lav . Under your patience , gentle Emperefs , ' Tis thought you have ...
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... art thou fall'n ? what fubtle hole is this , Whofe mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briars , Upon whofe leaves are drops of new - fhed blood , As fresh as morning dew diftill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me : Speak ...
... art thou fall'n ? what fubtle hole is this , Whofe mouth is cover'd with rude - growing briars , Upon whofe leaves are drops of new - fhed blood , As fresh as morning dew diftill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me : Speak ...
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... thou haft a true divining heart , Aaron and thou , look down into the den , And fee a fearful fight of blood and ... art here aloft , or I below . Thou canst not come to me , I come to thee . [ Falls in . SCENE VIII . Enter the Emperor ...
... thou haft a true divining heart , Aaron and thou , look down into the den , And fee a fearful fight of blood and ... art here aloft , or I below . Thou canst not come to me , I come to thee . [ Falls in . SCENE VIII . Enter the Emperor ...
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... art thou then , From thefe devourers to be banished ? But who comes with our brother Marcus here ? SCENE II . Enter Marcus and Lavinia , Mar. Titus , prepare thy noble eyes to weep , Or if not fo , thy noble heart to break : I bring ...
... art thou then , From thefe devourers to be banished ? But who comes with our brother Marcus here ? SCENE II . Enter Marcus and Lavinia , Mar. Titus , prepare thy noble eyes to weep , Or if not fo , thy noble heart to break : I bring ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.