The Works of William Shakespeare, Volumul 5E. Moxon, 1857 |
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Pagina 6
... 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 , spare my first - born son . Tit . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me ...
... 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 , spare my first - born son . Tit . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me ...
Pagina 23
... Blood and revenge are hammering in my head . Hark , Tamora , -the empress of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee , — This is the day of doom for Bassianus : His Philomel must lose her tongue to - day ; Thy sons ...
... Blood and revenge are hammering in my head . Hark , Tamora , -the empress of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee , — This is the day of doom for Bassianus : His Philomel must lose her tongue to - day ; Thy sons ...
Pagina 27
... , Upon whose leaves are drops of new - shed blood As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me.— Speak , brother , hast thou hurt thee with the SCENE 111. ] 27 TITUS ANDRONICUS . 27.
... , Upon whose leaves are drops of new - shed blood As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me.— Speak , brother , hast thou hurt thee with the SCENE 111. ] 27 TITUS ANDRONICUS . 27.
Pagina 28
... blood - stainèd hole ? Quin . I am surprised with an uncouth fear ; A chilling sweat o'er - runs my trembling joints ; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see . Mart . To prove thou hast a true - divining heart , Aaron and thou ...
... blood - stainèd hole ? Quin . I am surprised with an uncouth fear ; A chilling sweat o'er - runs my trembling joints ; My heart suspects more than mine eye can see . Mart . To prove thou hast a true - divining heart , Aaron and thou ...
Pagina 31
... blood , Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind , Doth rise and fall between thy rosèd lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But , sure , some Tereus hath defloured thee , And , lest thou shouldst detect him , ( 37 ) cut ...
... blood , Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind , Doth rise and fall between thy rosèd lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But , sure , some Tereus hath defloured thee , And , lest thou shouldst detect him , ( 37 ) cut ...
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Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Capulet Casca Cassius Collier's Cordelia Corrector daughter dead dear death doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Flav Fleance folio.-The Fool friends give Gloster gods Goths grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Juliet Kent king Lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear live look lord Lucilius Lucius Lucullus Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marc Marcus Mark Antony murder night noble Nurse old eds Polonius pray quartos Queen Re-enter reading Rome Romeo Saturninus SCENE second folio Servant Shakespeare shalt speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue Tybalt villain wilt Witch word
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Pagina 489 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Pagina 545 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, — A thought, which, quarter'd, hath, but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward, — I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't.
Pagina 347 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection ; — I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
Pagina 336 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pagina 319 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pagina 516 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Pagina 535 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed, 60 Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.
Pagina 334 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
Pagina 294 - You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome: And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication...
Pagina 299 - But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'? Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.