The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine age with this indignity . Baf . Romans , friends , foll'wers , favourers of my right ; If eyer Baffianus , Cafar's fon , Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome , Keep then this paffage to ...
... father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine age with this indignity . Baf . Romans , friends , foll'wers , favourers of my right ; If eyer Baffianus , Cafar's fon , Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome , Keep then this paffage to ...
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... father , how we have perform'd Our Roman rites : Alarbus ' limbs are lopt , And intrails feed the facrificing fire , Whofe fmoke , like incenfe , doth perfume the fky . Remaineth nought but to interr our brethren , And with loud larums ...
... father , how we have perform'd Our Roman rites : Alarbus ' limbs are lopt , And intrails feed the facrificing fire , Whofe fmoke , like incenfe , doth perfume the fky . Remaineth nought but to interr our brethren , And with loud larums ...
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... father , live in fame ! Lo at this tomb my tributary tears I render , for my brethrens obfequies : And at thy feet I ... father's days , In fame's eternal date for virtue's praise ! Mar. Long live Lord Titus , my beloved brother ...
... father , live in fame ! Lo at this tomb my tributary tears I render , for my brethrens obfequies : And at thy feet I ... father's days , In fame's eternal date for virtue's praise ! Mar. Long live Lord Titus , my beloved brother ...
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... father of my life . How proud I am of thee , and of thy gifts , Rome hall record ; and when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deferts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . Tit . Now , Madam , are you prifoner to an Emperor , To ...
... father of my life . How proud I am of thee , and of thy gifts , Rome hall record ; and when I do forget The least of these unspeakable deferts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . Tit . Now , Madam , are you prifoner to an Emperor , To ...
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... Father , and in that name doth nature fpeak , - Tit . Speak thou no more , if all the reft will speed . Mar , Renowned Titus , more than half my foul ! Luc . Dear father , foul and substance of us all ! Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to ...
... Father , and in that name doth nature fpeak , - Tit . Speak thou no more , if all the reft will speed . Mar , Renowned Titus , more than half my foul ! Luc . Dear father , foul and substance of us all ! Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to ...
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Página 191 - 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...
Página 206 - 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.
Página 83 - 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.
Página 91 - 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.
Página 85 - 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...
Página 111 - 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...
Página 106 - 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.
Página 103 - 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!
Página 127 - 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.
Página 91 - 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.