The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pagina 20
... , knew she and all the world ; I love Lavinia more than all the world . Dem . Youngling , learn thou to make some better choice , Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope , Aar Aar . Why , are ye mad ? or know 20 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... , knew she and all the world ; I love Lavinia more than all the world . Dem . Youngling , learn thou to make some better choice , Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope , Aar Aar . Why , are ye mad ? or know 20 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
Pagina 25
... some fay Dian had , 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 ...
... some fay Dian had , 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 ...
Pagina 26
... some secret hole , And make his dead trunk pillow to our luft . Tam . But when you have the hony you defire , Let not this wafp out - live , us both to fting . Chi . I warrant , Madam , we will make that fure ; Come , mistress , now ...
... some secret hole , And make his dead trunk pillow to our luft . Tam . But when you have the hony you defire , Let not this wafp out - live , us both to fting . Chi . I warrant , Madam , we will make that fure ; Come , mistress , now ...
Pagina 27
... Some fay , that ravens fofter forlorn children , The whilft their own birds famish in their nefts : Oh be to me , tho ' thy hard heart fay no , Nothing fo kind , but fomething pitiful . Tam . I know not what it means ; away with her ...
... Some fay , that ravens fofter forlorn children , The whilft their own birds famish in their nefts : Oh be to me , tho ' thy hard heart fay no , Nothing fo kind , but fomething pitiful . Tam . I know not what it means ; away with her ...
Pagina 30
... , Have here bereft my brother of his life . Sirs , drag them from the pit unto the prifon , There let them bide until we have devis'd [ To Titus . Some Some never heard - of torturing pain for them . 30 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... , Have here bereft my brother of his life . Sirs , drag them from the pit unto the prifon , There let them bide until we have devis'd [ To Titus . Some Some never heard - of torturing pain for them . 30 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1747 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
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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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.