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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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). TITUS ANDRONICUS . A a SATURNINUS , Son to the late Emperor of Rome ,
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). TITUS ANDRONICUS . A a SATURNINUS , Son to the late Emperor of Rome ,
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... Rome , and afterwards declared Emperor himself . BASSIANUS , Brother to Saturninus , in love with Lavinia . TITUS ... Rome , and the Country near it . * TITUS ANDRONICUS . Sat. ACT I SCENE I N TITUS DRAMATIS PERSON Æ . SATURNINUS, Son to ...
... Rome , and afterwards declared Emperor himself . BASSIANUS , Brother to Saturninus , in love with Lavinia . TITUS ... Rome , and the Country near it . * TITUS ANDRONICUS . Sat. ACT I SCENE I N TITUS DRAMATIS PERSON Æ . SATURNINUS, Son to ...
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... Rome ' : Then let my father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine age with this indignity . Baf . Romans , friends , foll ' wers , favourers of my right ; If ever Baffianus , Cæfar's fon , " Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome ...
... Rome ' : Then let my father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine age with this indignity . Baf . Romans , friends , foll ' wers , favourers of my right ; If ever Baffianus , Cæfar's fon , " Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome ...
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... Rome , and chaftised with arms Our enemies pride . Five times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome , bearing his valiant fons In coffins from the field . And now at last , laden with honour's spoils , Returns the good Andronicus to Rome ...
... Rome , and chaftised with arms Our enemies pride . Five times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome , bearing his valiant fons In coffins from the field . And now at last , laden with honour's spoils , Returns the good Andronicus to Rome ...
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... Rome's beft champion , Successful in the battels that he fights , With honour and with fortune is return'd From whence he circumfcribed with his sword , And brought to yoak the enemies of Rome . Sound drums and trumpets , and then enter ...
... Rome's beft champion , Successful in the battels that he fights , With honour and with fortune is return'd From whence he circumfcribed with his sword , And brought to yoak the enemies of Rome . Sound drums and trumpets , and then enter ...
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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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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.
88. oldal - 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.
93. 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.
189. 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...
87. oldal - 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.
83. oldal - 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.
93. oldal - 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.
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!
125. 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.
85. 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.