The Works of Shakespeare, 6 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Roman , General against the Goths . Marcus Andronicus , Tribune of the People , and Brother to Titus . Marcus , Quintus , Lucius , Mutius , } Sons to Titus Andronicus . Young Lucius , a Boy , Son to Lucius . Publius , Son to Marcus the ...
... Roman , General against the Goths . Marcus Andronicus , Tribune of the People , and Brother to Titus . Marcus , Quintus , Lucius , Mutius , } Sons to Titus Andronicus . Young Lucius , a Boy , Son to Lucius . Publius , Son to Marcus the ...
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... Roman Empery , Chofen Andronicus , fur - named Pius , For many good and great deserts to Rome . A nobler man , a braver warrior , Lives not this day within our city - walls . He by the Senate is accited home , From weary wars against ...
... Roman Empery , Chofen Andronicus , fur - named Pius , For many good and great deserts to Rome . A nobler man , a braver warrior , Lives not this day within our city - walls . He by the Senate is accited home , From weary wars against ...
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... Roman brethren , gracious Conqueror , Victorious Titus , rue the tears I shed , A mother's tears in paffion for her fon : And , if thy fons were ever dear to thee , O , think my fons to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are ...
... Roman brethren , gracious Conqueror , Victorious Titus , rue the tears I shed , A mother's tears in paffion for her fon : And , if thy fons were ever dear to thee , O , think my fons to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are ...
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... Roman yoak ? But muft my fons be flaughter'd in the streets , For valiant doings in their country's cause ? O ! if to fight for King and Common - weal Were Piety in thine , it is in these : Andronicus , ftain not thy tomb with blood ...
... Roman yoak ? But muft my fons be flaughter'd in the streets , For valiant doings in their country's cause ? O ! if to fight for King and Common - weal Were Piety in thine , it is in these : Andronicus , ftain not thy tomb with blood ...
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... Roman rites : Alarbus ' limbs are lopt : And intrails feed the ficrificing fire ; Whose smoke , like incenfe , doth perfume the sky . Remaineth nought but to inter our brethren , And with loud larums welcome them to Rome . Tit . Let it ...
... Roman rites : Alarbus ' limbs are lopt : And intrails feed the ficrificing fire ; Whose smoke , like incenfe , doth perfume the sky . Remaineth nought but to inter our brethren , And with loud larums welcome them to Rome . Tit . Let it ...
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