The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... forrows to a stone . Tit . Ah Lucius , for thy brothers let me plead Grave Tribunes , once more I intreat of you Luc . My ... forrow to thine age . Tit . Will it confume me ? let me fee it then . Mar. This was thy daughter . Tit . Why ...
... forrows to a stone . Tit . Ah Lucius , for thy brothers let me plead Grave Tribunes , once more I intreat of you Luc . My ... forrow to thine age . Tit . Will it confume me ? let me fee it then . Mar. This was thy daughter . Tit . Why ...
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... forrow that their fifter makes . Gentle Lavinia , let me kifs thy lips , Or make fome figns how I may do thee eafe : Shall thy good uncle , and thy brother Lucius , And thou and I fit round about fome fountain , Looking all downwards to ...
... forrow that their fifter makes . Gentle Lavinia , let me kifs thy lips , Or make fome figns how I may do thee eafe : Shall thy good uncle , and thy brother Lucius , And thou and I fit round about fome fountain , Looking all downwards to ...
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... forrow deep , having no bottom ? Then be my paffions bottomlefs with them . Mar. But yet let reafon govern thy lament . Tit . If there were reafon for thefe miferies , Then into limits could I bind my woes . [ Exit . When heav'n doth ...
... forrow deep , having no bottom ? Then be my paffions bottomlefs with them . Mar. But yet let reafon govern thy lament . Tit . If there were reafon for thefe miferies , Then into limits could I bind my woes . [ Exit . When heav'n doth ...
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... forrow flouted at is double death . [ Exit ! Luc . Ah that this fight fhould make fo deep a wound , And yet detefted life not fhrink thereat ; That ever death fhould let life bear his name , Where life hath no more intereft but to ...
... forrow flouted at is double death . [ Exit ! Luc . Ah that this fight fhould make fo deep a wound , And yet detefted life not fhrink thereat ; That ever death fhould let life bear his name , Where life hath no more intereft but to ...
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... forrow is an enemy , And would ufurp upon my watry eyes , And make them blind with tributary tears ; Then which way fhall I find Revenge's cave ? For these two heads do feem to speak to me , And threat me , I fhall never come to blifs ...
... forrow is an enemy , And would ufurp upon my watry eyes , And make them blind with tributary tears ; Then which way fhall I find Revenge's cave ? For these two heads do feem to speak to me , And threat me , I fhall never come to blifs ...
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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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