The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful ; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge . Thrice noble Titus , fpare my firft - born fon . Tit . Patient your felf , Madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you Goths behold ...
... Gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful ; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge . Thrice noble Titus , fpare my firft - born fon . Tit . Patient your felf , Madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you Goths behold ...
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... Gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian * tyrant in her tent , May favour Tamora , the Queen of Goths , ( When Goths were Goths , and Tamora was Queen ) To quit her bloody wrongs upon her ...
... Gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian * tyrant in her tent , May favour Tamora , the Queen of Goths , ( When Goths were Goths , and Tamora was Queen ) To quit her bloody wrongs upon her ...
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... Gods , ( Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn fo bright , and every thing I readiness for Hymenæus ftands , ) I will not re - falute the ftreets of Rome , Or climb my palace , ' till from forth this place I lead ...
... Gods , ( Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn fo bright , and every thing I readiness for Hymenæus ftands , ) I will not re - falute the ftreets of Rome , Or climb my palace , ' till from forth this place I lead ...
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... God give you joy , Sir , of your gallant bride ! Baf . And you of yours , my Lord ; I fay no more , Nor wifh no lefs , and fo I take my leave . Sat. Traitor , if Rome have law , or we have power , Thou and thy faction shall repent this ...
... God give you joy , Sir , of your gallant bride ! Baf . And you of yours , my Lord ; I fay no more , Nor wifh no lefs , and fo I take my leave . Sat. Traitor , if Rome have law , or we have power , Thou and thy faction shall repent this ...
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... Gods of Rome fore - fend , I thould be author to difhonour you : [ Afide . But , on mine honour dare I undertake For good Lord Titus ' innocence in all ; Whole fury not diffembled fpeaks his griefs : Then at my fuit look graciously on ...
... Gods of Rome fore - fend , I thould be author to difhonour you : [ Afide . But , on mine honour dare I undertake For good Lord Titus ' innocence in all ; Whole fury not diffembled fpeaks his griefs : Then at my fuit look graciously on ...
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1747 |
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Baffianus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear felf fervice 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 Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft muft muſt Neft noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Rome Saturnine SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Trojan Ulyf what's whofe Witch
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