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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7. oldal
... sword , And brought to yoak the enemies of Rome . Sound drums and trumpets , and then enter Mutius and Mar- cus : after them , two men bearing a coffin cover'd with black ; then Quintus and Lucius . After them Titus Andronicus ; and ...
... sword , And brought to yoak the enemies of Rome . Sound drums and trumpets , and then enter Mutius and Mar- cus : after them , two men bearing a coffin cover'd with black ; then Quintus and Lucius . After them Titus Andronicus ; and ...
14. oldal
... sword ; A valiant fon - in - law thou fhalt enjoy : One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons , To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome . Tit . These words are razors to my wounded heart . Sat. And therefore , lovely Tamora Queen of Goths ...
... sword ; A valiant fon - in - law thou fhalt enjoy : One fit to bandy with thy lawless fons , To ruffle in the commonwealth of Rome . Tit . These words are razors to my wounded heart . Sat. And therefore , lovely Tamora Queen of Goths ...
49. oldal
... sword fhall foon dispatch it . Aar . Sooner this fword fhall plough thy bowels up . Stay , murderous villains , will you kill your brother ? Now by the burning tapers of the sky , That fhone fo brightly when this boy was got , He dies ...
... sword fhall foon dispatch it . Aar . Sooner this fword fhall plough thy bowels up . Stay , murderous villains , will you kill your brother ? Now by the burning tapers of the sky , That fhone fo brightly when this boy was got , He dies ...
120. oldal
... sword ; and like good men Beftride our downfall birth - doom : each new morn , New widows howl , new orphans cry , new forrows Strike heaven on the face , that it refounds As if it felt with Scotland , and yell'd out Like fyllables of ...
... sword ; and like good men Beftride our downfall birth - doom : each new morn , New widows howl , new orphans cry , new forrows Strike heaven on the face , that it refounds As if it felt with Scotland , and yell'd out Like fyllables of ...
135. oldal
... sword with an unbatter'd edge I fheath again undeeded . There thou should't be- By this great clatter one of greatest note Seems bruited . Let me find him , fortune ! and More I beg not . [ Exit . Alarum . Enter Malcolm and Siward , Siw ...
... sword with an unbatter'd edge I fheath again undeeded . There thou should't be- By this great clatter one of greatest note Seems bruited . Let me find him , fortune ! and More I beg not . [ Exit . Alarum . Enter Malcolm and Siward , Siw ...
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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.