The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... the poor remains alive and dead ! These that survive , let Rome reward with love ; Thefe that I bring unto their latest home , With burial among their ancestors . Here Here Goths have given me leave to fheath my fword TITUS ANDRONICUS . 7.
... the poor remains alive and dead ! These that survive , let Rome reward with love ; Thefe that I bring unto their latest home , With burial among their ancestors . Here Here Goths have given me leave to fheath my fword TITUS ANDRONICUS . 7.
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... dead are wont , And fleep in peace , flain in your country's wars : Oacred receptacle of my joys , 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 ...
... dead are wont , And fleep in peace , flain in your country's wars : Oacred receptacle of my joys , 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 ...
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... Dead , if you will , but not to be his wife , That is another's lawful promis'd love . Sat. No , Titus , no , the Emperor needs her not Nor her , nor thee , nor any of thy flock ; I'll truft by leisure him that mocks me once , Thee ...
... Dead , if you will , but not to be his wife , That is another's lawful promis'd love . Sat. No , Titus , no , the Emperor needs her not Nor her , nor thee , nor any of thy flock ; I'll truft by leisure him that mocks me once , Thee ...
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... a bad quarrel flain a virtuous fon . Tit . No , foolih Tribune , no : no fon of mine , Nor thou , nor these contederates in the dead , That That hath difhonour'd all our family ; Unworthy brother , 14 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... a bad quarrel flain a virtuous fon . Tit . No , foolih Tribune , no : no fon of mine , Nor thou , nor these contederates in the dead , That That hath difhonour'd all our family ; Unworthy brother , 14 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
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... dead time of the night , A thousand fiends , a thousand hiffing snakes , Ten thousand swelling toads , as many urchins , Would make fuch fearful and confused cries , As any mortal body hearing it , Should ftraight fall mad , or elfe die ...
... dead time of the night , A thousand fiends , a thousand hiffing snakes , Ten thousand swelling toads , as many urchins , Would make fuch fearful and confused cries , As any mortal body hearing it , Should ftraight fall mad , or elfe die ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem felf 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 Hect Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt Neft noble Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Ulyf what's whofe Witch worfe
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Page 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.
Page 88 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 189 - 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...
Page 87 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Page 83 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 93 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Page 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!
Page 125 - 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.
Page 85 - 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.