The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... fervice drew your fwords . But fafer triumph is this funeral pomp That hath afpir'd to Solon's happiness , And triumphs over chance in honour's bed . Titus Andronicus , the people of Rome , Whofe friend in juftice thou haft ever been ...
... fervice drew your fwords . But fafer triumph is this funeral pomp That hath afpir'd to Solon's happiness , And triumphs over chance in honour's bed . Titus Andronicus , the people of Rome , Whofe friend in juftice thou haft ever been ...
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... fervice of their noble country . Give me a staff of honour for mine age , But not a fceptre to controul the world . Upright he held it , Lords , that held it laft . Mar. Titus , thou fhalt obtain the empery . Sat. Proud and ambitious ...
... fervice of their noble country . Give me a staff of honour for mine age , But not a fceptre to controul the world . Upright he held it , Lords , that held it laft . Mar. Titus , thou fhalt obtain the empery . Sat. Proud and ambitious ...
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... fervice I require of them , Is that the one will help to cut the other : ' Tis well , Lavinia , that thou haft no hands , For hands to do Rome fervice are but vain . Luc . Speak , gentle fifter , who hath martyr'd thee ? Mar , O that ...
... fervice I require of them , Is that the one will help to cut the other : ' Tis well , Lavinia , that thou haft no hands , For hands to do Rome fervice are but vain . Luc . Speak , gentle fifter , who hath martyr'd thee ? Mar , O that ...
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... , I understand her figns ; Had fhe a tongue to fpeak , now would the fay That to her brother which I faid to thee His napkin with his true tears all bewet , Can Can do no fervice on her forrowful cheeks . Oh 36 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... , I understand her figns ; Had fhe a tongue to fpeak , now would the fay That to her brother which I faid to thee His napkin with his true tears all bewet , Can Can do no fervice on her forrowful cheeks . Oh 36 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Can do no fervice on her forrowful cheeks . Oh what a fympathy of woe is this ! As far from help as limbo is from blifs . SCENE III . Enter Aaron . Aar . Titus Andronicus , my Lord the ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Can do no fervice on her forrowful cheeks . Oh what a fympathy of woe is this ! As far from help as limbo is from blifs . SCENE III . Enter Aaron . Aar . Titus Andronicus , my Lord the ...
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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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