Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, 5 tomasWhittaker, 1858 |
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... gods ? Draw near them , then , in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge . Thrice - noble Titus , spare my first - born son . Tit . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you Goths ...
... gods ? Draw near them , then , in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge . Thrice - noble Titus , spare my first - born son . Tit . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you Goths ...
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... gods , that arm'd the queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent , May favour Tamora , the queen of Goths , ( When Goths were Goths , and Tamora was queen ) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her ...
... gods , that arm'd the queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent , May favour Tamora , the queen of Goths , ( When Goths were Goths , and Tamora was queen ) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her ...
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... gods , Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn so bright , and every thing In readiness for Hymenæus stand , - I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , Or climb my palace , till from forth this place I lead espous ...
... gods , Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn so bright , and every thing In readiness for Hymenæus stand , - I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , Or climb my palace , till from forth this place I lead espous ...
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... gods of Rome forefend , I should be author to dishonour you ! But , on mine honour , dare I undertake For good lord Titus ' innocence in all , Whose fury , not dissembled , speaks his griefs . Then , at my suit look graciously on him ...
... gods of Rome forefend , I should be author to dishonour you ! But , on mine honour , dare I undertake For good lord Titus ' innocence in all , Whose fury , not dissembled , speaks his griefs . Then , at my suit look graciously on him ...
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... 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 * ? What is Lavinia then become so loose , Or Bassianus so degenerate , That for her ...
... 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 * ? What is Lavinia then become so loose , Or Bassianus so degenerate , That for her ...
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4tos Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar Capulet Casca Cassius corr dead dear death dost doth Dyce edition emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear follow fool friends give Gloster Goths Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent King King Lear Lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malone Mark Antony means misprinted murder night noble Nurse old annotator old copies omitted play poet POLONIUS pray printed Queen Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Servant Shakespeare speak speech stage-direction stand Steevens sweet sword Tamora tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Titus Andronicus Tybalt villain word
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