The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volume 11R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... fweet Lavinia ; Romans , let us go . Ranfomlefs here we fet our prifoners free ; Proclaim our honours , Lords , with trump and drum . Baf Lord Titus , by your leave , is maid is mine . [ Seizing Lavinia . Tit How , Sir ? are you in ...
... fweet Lavinia ; Romans , let us go . Ranfomlefs here we fet our prifoners free ; Proclaim our honours , Lords , with trump and drum . Baf Lord Titus , by your leave , is maid is mine . [ Seizing Lavinia . Tit How , Sir ? are you in ...
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... fweet Mutius , with thy friends , ( 7 ) The Greeks , upon advice , did bury Ajax , That flew himfelf- ] As the Author before fhewed : himself acquainted with a circumftance gleaned from Euri- pides , we find him here no lefs converfant ...
... fweet Mutius , with thy friends , ( 7 ) The Greeks , upon advice , did bury Ajax , That flew himfelf- ] As the Author before fhewed : himself acquainted with a circumftance gleaned from Euri- pides , we find him here no lefs converfant ...
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... ( fweet ) pardon what is past . Sat. What , Madam ! be dishonoured openly , And bafely put it up without revenge ? [ fend Tam . Not fo , my Lord ; the gods of Rome fore- I fhould be author to dishonour you ! But , on mine honour , dare I ...
... ( fweet ) pardon what is past . Sat. What , Madam ! be dishonoured openly , And bafely put it up without revenge ? [ fend Tam . Not fo , my Lord ; the gods of Rome fore- I fhould be author to dishonour you ! But , on mine honour , dare I ...
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... fweet Emperor , we must all be friends . The Tribune and his nephews kneel for grace , I will not be denied ; fweet - heart , look back . Sat. Marcus , for thy fake and thy brother's here , And at my lovely Tamora's intreats , I do ...
... fweet Emperor , we must all be friends . The Tribune and his nephews kneel for grace , I will not be denied ; fweet - heart , look back . Sat. Marcus , for thy fake and thy brother's here , And at my lovely Tamora's intreats , I do ...
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... fweet gold , for their unrest That have their alms out of the Emprefs ' cheft . Enter TAMORA . Tam . My lovely Aaron , wherefore look'ft thou fad , When every thing doth make a gleeful boaft ? The birds chaunt melody on every bush , The ...
... fweet gold , for their unrest That have their alms out of the Emprefs ' cheft . Enter TAMORA . Tam . My lovely Aaron , wherefore look'ft thou fad , When every thing doth make a gleeful boaft ? The birds chaunt melody on every bush , The ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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?