The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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16. oldal
... say , No man fhed tears for noble Mutius ! He lives in fame , that died in virtue's cause . Mar. My Lord , to ftep out of thefe dreary dumps , How comes it that the fubtle Queen of Goths Is of a fudden thus advanc'd in Rome ? Tit . I ...
... say , No man fhed tears for noble Mutius ! He lives in fame , that died in virtue's cause . Mar. My Lord , to ftep out of thefe dreary dumps , How comes it that the fubtle Queen of Goths Is of a fudden thus advanc'd in Rome ? Tit . I ...
29. oldal
... fee what hole is here , And what he is that now is leap'd into't . Say , who art thou that lately did defcend Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? Mar. Th Inte TITUS ANDRONICUS . 29 From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole? ...
... fee what hole is here , And what he is that now is leap'd into't . Say , who art thou that lately did defcend Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? Mar. Th Inte TITUS ANDRONICUS . 29 From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole? ...
31. oldal
... help thee knit the cord . [ Exeunt SCENE X. Enter Marcus to Lavinia . Mar. Who's this , my niece , that flies away fo faft ? Coufin , a word ; where is your husband ? say : If If I do dream , would all my wealth would TITUS ANDRONICUS . 31.
... help thee knit the cord . [ Exeunt SCENE X. Enter Marcus to Lavinia . Mar. Who's this , my niece , that flies away fo faft ? Coufin , a word ; where is your husband ? say : If If I do dream , would all my wealth would TITUS ANDRONICUS . 31.
46. oldal
... say you ! Boy . I fay , my Lord , that if I were a man , Their mother's bed - chamber fhould not be fafe , For thefe bad bond - men to the yoak of Rome . Mar. Ay , that's my boy ! thy father hath full oft For this ungrateful country ...
... say you ! Boy . I fay , my Lord , that if I were a man , Their mother's bed - chamber fhould not be fafe , For thefe bad bond - men to the yoak of Rome . Mar. Ay , that's my boy ! thy father hath full oft For this ungrateful country ...
47. oldal
... say : And fo I do , and with his gifts present Your Lordships , that whenever you have need , You may be armed and appointed well . And fo I leave you both , like bloody villains . [ Exit . Dem . What's here , a fcrowl , and written ...
... say : And fo I do , and with his gifts present Your Lordships , that whenever you have need , You may be armed and appointed well . And fo I leave you both , like bloody villains . [ Exit . Dem . What's here , a fcrowl , and written ...
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191. oldal - 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...
206. oldal - 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.
83. oldal - 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.
91. oldal - 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.
85. oldal - 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...
111. oldal - 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...
106. oldal - 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.
103. oldal - 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!
127. oldal - 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.
91. oldal - 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.