The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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20. oldal
... tongue , And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform . Aar . Away , I fay . Now by the Gods that warlike Goths adore , This petty brabble will undo us all ; Why , Lords and think you not how dangerous It is to jet upon a Prince's right ...
... tongue , And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform . Aar . Away , I fay . Now by the Gods that warlike Goths adore , This petty brabble will undo us all ; Why , Lords and think you not how dangerous It is to jet upon a Prince's right ...
22. oldal
... tongues , of eyes , of ears : The woods are ruthlefs , dreadful , deaf and dull : There fpeak , and ftrike , brave boys , and take your turns , There ferve your lufts , fhadow'd from heav'ns eye , And revel in Lavinia's treasury . Chi ...
... tongues , of eyes , of ears : The woods are ruthlefs , dreadful , deaf and dull : There fpeak , and ftrike , brave boys , and take your turns , There ferve your lufts , fhadow'd from heav'ns eye , And revel in Lavinia's treasury . Chi ...
24. oldal
... tongue to - day , Thy fons make pillage of her chastity , And wash their hands in Baffianus ' blood . Seeft thou this letter ? take it up , I pray thee , And give the King this fatal - plotted fcrow ! Now question me no more , we are ...
... tongue to - day , Thy fons make pillage of her chastity , And wash their hands in Baffianus ' blood . Seeft thou this letter ? take it up , I pray thee , And give the King this fatal - plotted fcrow ! Now question me no more , we are ...
27. oldal
... go . Lav . ' Tis prefent death I beg , and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O keep me from their worse - than - killing lust , And And tumble me into fome loathfome pit , Where never TITUS ANDRONICUS . 27.
... go . Lav . ' Tis prefent death I beg , and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O keep me from their worse - than - killing lust , And And tumble me into fome loathfome pit , Where never TITUS ANDRONICUS . 27.
31. oldal
... tongue can speak Who ' twas that cut thy tongue , and ravish'd thee . Chi . Write down thy mind , bewray thy meaning fo , And ( if thy ftumps will let thee ) play the fcribe . Dem . See how with figns and tokens the can scrowle . Chi ...
... tongue can speak Who ' twas that cut thy tongue , and ravish'd thee . Chi . Write down thy mind , bewray thy meaning fo , And ( if thy ftumps will let thee ) play the fcribe . Dem . See how with figns and tokens the can scrowle . Chi ...
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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.