The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pagina 8
... Sweet cell of virtue and nobility , How many fons of mine haft thou in ftore , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us the proudeft prifoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile , Ad manes Fratrum ...
... Sweet cell of virtue and nobility , How many fons of mine haft thou in ftore , That thou wilt never render to me more ! Luc . Give us the proudeft prifoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile , Ad manes Fratrum ...
Pagina 23
... wind , And make a chequer'd fhadow on the ground : Under their sweet shade , Aaron , let us fit , And whilst the babling Echo mocks the hounds , C 2 Replying Replying thrilly to the well - tun'd horns , As TITUS ANDRONICUS . 23.
... wind , And make a chequer'd fhadow on the ground : Under their sweet shade , Aaron , let us fit , And whilst the babling Echo mocks the hounds , C 2 Replying Replying thrilly to the well - tun'd horns , As TITUS ANDRONICUS . 23.
Pagina 24
... sweet melodious birds , Be unto us as is a nurfe's fong Of lullaby , to bring her babe afleep . Aar . Madam , though Venus govern your defires , Saturn is dominator over mine : What fignifies my deadly ftanding eye , My filence , and my ...
... sweet melodious birds , Be unto us as is a nurfe's fong Of lullaby , to bring her babe afleep . Aar . Madam , though Venus govern your defires , Saturn is dominator over mine : What fignifies my deadly ftanding eye , My filence , and my ...
Pagina 27
... Sweet Lords , intreat her hear me but a word Dem . Liften , fair Madam , let it be your glory To fee her tears ; but be your heart to them , As unrelenting flints to drops of rain . Lav . When did the tyger's young ones teach the dam ...
... Sweet Lords , intreat her hear me but a word Dem . Liften , fair Madam , let it be your glory To fee her tears ; but be your heart to them , As unrelenting flints to drops of rain . Lav . When did the tyger's young ones teach the dam ...
Pagina 30
... Sweet buntfman , Baffianus ' tis we mean , Do thou fo much as dig the grave for him , Thou know'ft our meaning : look for thy reward Among the nettles at the elder - tree Which over - fhades the mouth of that fame pit , Where we decreed ...
... Sweet buntfman , Baffianus ' tis we mean , Do thou fo much as dig the grave for him , Thou know'ft our meaning : look for thy reward Among the nettles at the elder - tree Which over - fhades the mouth of that fame pit , Where we decreed ...
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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.