The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... 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 . Patient your felf , Madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you ...
... 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 . Patient your felf , Madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you ...
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... nature plead , Quin , Father , and in that name doth nature fpeak , - Tit . Speak thou no more , if all the reft will speed . Mar , Renowned Titus , more than half my foul ! Luc . Dear father , foul and substance of us all ! Mar. Suffer ...
... nature plead , Quin , Father , and in that name doth nature fpeak , - Tit . Speak thou no more , if all the reft will speed . Mar , Renowned Titus , more than half my foul ! Luc . Dear father , foul and substance of us all ! Mar. Suffer ...
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... nature but thy own Tam . Give me thy poniard ; you fhall know , my boys , Your mother's hand fhall right your mother's wrong . Dem . Stay , Madam , here is more belongs to her ; First , thrash the corn , then after burn the ftraw : This ...
... nature but thy own Tam . Give me thy poniard ; you fhall know , my boys , Your mother's hand fhall right your mother's wrong . Dem . Stay , Madam , here is more belongs to her ; First , thrash the corn , then after burn the ftraw : This ...
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... nature made for murders and for rapes . Mar. O why fhould nature build fo foul a den , Unless the Gods delight in tragedies ! Tit . Give figns , fweet girl , for here are none but friends , What Roman Lord it was durft do the deed ; Or ...
... nature made for murders and for rapes . Mar. O why fhould nature build fo foul a den , Unless the Gods delight in tragedies ! Tit . Give figns , fweet girl , for here are none but friends , What Roman Lord it was durft do the deed ; Or ...
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... nature lent thee but thy mother's look , Villain , thou might'ft have been an Emperor : But where the bull and cow are both milk - white , They never do beget a coal - black calf ; Peace , villain , peace , ( even thus he rates the babe 】 ...
... nature lent thee but thy mother's look , Villain , thou might'ft have been an Emperor : But where the bull and cow are both milk - white , They never do beget a coal - black calf ; Peace , villain , peace , ( even thus he rates the babe 】 ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.