The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pagina 41
... Such violent hands upon her tender life . Tit . How now ! has forrow made thee doat already ? Why , Marcus , no man fhould be mad but I ; What violent hands can fhe lay on her life ? Ah , wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands ? To ...
... Such violent hands upon her tender life . Tit . How now ! has forrow made thee doat already ? Why , Marcus , no man fhould be mad but I ; What violent hands can fhe lay on her life ? Ah , wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands ? To ...
Pagina 53
... such a knock , That down fell both the ram's horns in the Court , And who should find them but the Emprefs ' villain ? She laugh'd , and told the Moor he should not chufe But give them to his master for a present . Tit . Why , there it ...
... such a knock , That down fell both the ram's horns in the Court , And who should find them but the Emprefs ' villain ? She laugh'd , and told the Moor he should not chufe But give them to his master for a present . Tit . Why , there it ...
Pagina 63
... such kind of men . Tit . Good Lord , how like the Emprefs ' fons they are , And you the Empref ! but we worldly men Have miferable mad mistaking eyes : O fweet Revenge , now do I come to thee , And if one arm's embracement will content ...
... such kind of men . Tit . Good Lord , how like the Emprefs ' fons they are , And you the Empref ! but we worldly men Have miferable mad mistaking eyes : O fweet Revenge , now do I come to thee , And if one arm's embracement will content ...
Pagina 88
... Such I account thy love . Art thou afraid To be the fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? wouldst thou have that Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ? Letting I dare not ...
... Such I account thy love . Art thou afraid To be the fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? wouldst thou have that Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ? Letting I dare not ...
Pagina 124
... Such welcome , and unwelcome things , at once , ' Tis hard to reconcile . SCENE V. Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well , more anon . Comes the King forth , I pray you ? 1 Doct . Ay , Sir ; there are a crew of wretched fouls That stay his cure ...
... Such welcome , and unwelcome things , at once , ' Tis hard to reconcile . SCENE V. Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well , more anon . Comes the King forth , I pray you ? 1 Doct . Ay , Sir ; there are a crew of wretched fouls That stay his cure ...
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1747 |
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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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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.