The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... fight for freedom in your choice . Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the crown . Mar. Princes , that ftrive by factions and by friends , Ambitiously for rule and empery ! Know that the people of Rome , for whom we ftand A fpecial party ...
... fight for freedom in your choice . Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the crown . Mar. Princes , that ftrive by factions and by friends , Ambitiously for rule and empery ! Know that the people of Rome , for whom we ftand A fpecial party ...
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... fights , With honour and with fortune is return'd From whence he circumfcribed with his fword , 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 ...
... fights , With honour and with fortune is return'd From whence he circumfcribed with his fword , 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 ...
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... fight for King and common - weal Were piety in thine , it is in these : Andronicus , ftain not thy tomb with blood . Wilt thou draw near the nature of the Gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful ; Sweet mercy is nobility's true ...
... fight for King and common - weal Were piety in thine , it is in these : Andronicus , ftain not thy tomb with blood . Wilt thou draw near the nature of the Gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful ; Sweet mercy is nobility's true ...
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... fight of Rome , to Saturninus , King and commander of our common - weal , The wide world's Emperor , do I confecrate My fword , my chariot , and my prisoners ; Prefents well worthy Rome's imperial Lord . Receive them then , the tribute ...
... fight of Rome , to Saturninus , King and commander of our common - weal , The wide world's Emperor , do I confecrate My fword , my chariot , and my prisoners ; Prefents well worthy Rome's imperial Lord . Receive them then , the tribute ...
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... fight of heav'n to Rome I fwear , If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths , She will a handmaid be to his defires , A loving nurfe , a mother to his youth . Sat. Afcend , fair Queen , Pantheon ; Lords , accompany Your noble Emperor ...
... fight of heav'n to Rome I fwear , If Saturnine advance the Queen of Goths , She will a handmaid be to his defires , A loving nurfe , a mother to his youth . Sat. Afcend , fair Queen , Pantheon ; Lords , accompany Your noble Emperor ...
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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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