The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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8. oldal
... 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 facrifice his flesh , Before this earthly prison of their bones ...
... 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 facrifice his flesh , Before this earthly prison of their bones ...
11. oldal
... thou fhalt obtain the empery . Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune , canft thou tell ? Tit . Patience , prince Saturnine ! Sat. Romans , do me right ! Patricians , draw your fwords , and sheath them not ' Till Saturninus be Rome's Emperor ...
... thou fhalt obtain the empery . Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune , canft thou tell ? Tit . Patience , prince Saturnine ! Sat. Romans , do me right ! Patricians , draw your fwords , and sheath them not ' Till Saturninus be Rome's Emperor ...
14. oldal
... thou be pleas'd with this my fudden choice , Behold I chufe thee , Tamora , for my bride , And will create thee Emperefs of Rome . Speak , Queen of Goths , doft thou applaud my choice F And here I fwear by all the Roman Gods , ( Sith ...
... thou be pleas'd with this my fudden choice , Behold I chufe thee , Tamora , for my bride , And will create thee Emperefs of Rome . Speak , Queen of Goths , doft thou applaud my choice F And here I fwear by all the Roman Gods , ( Sith ...
15. oldal
... thou haft ftruck upon my creft , And with these boys mine honour thou haft wounded . My foes I do repute you every one , So trouble me no more , but get you gone . Luc . He is not well himself , let us withdraw . Quin . Not I , ' till ...
... thou haft ftruck upon my creft , And with these boys mine honour thou haft wounded . My foes I do repute you every one , So trouble me no more , but get you gone . Luc . He is not well himself , let us withdraw . Quin . Not I , ' till ...
19. oldal
... thou know'ft , affected be . Chi . Demetrius , thou doft overween in all , And fo in this , to bear me down with braves : ' Tis not the difference of a year or two Makes me lefs gracious , thee more fortunate ; I am as able , and as fit as ...
... thou know'ft , affected be . Chi . Demetrius , thou doft overween in all , And fo in this , to bear me down with braves : ' Tis not the difference of a year or two Makes me lefs gracious , thee more fortunate ; I am as able , and as fit as ...
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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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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.