The Plays of William Shakspeare: Julius Caesar ; Antony and Cleopatra ; Cymbeline ; Titus Andronicus ; PericlesJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... Aaron , a Moor , beloved by Tamora . A Captain , Tribune , Messenger , and Clown ; Ro- mans . Goths , and Romans . Tamora , Queen of the Goths . Lavinia , daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a black Child . Kinsmen of Titus ...
... Aaron , a Moor , beloved by Tamora . A Captain , Tribune , Messenger , and Clown ; Ro- mans . Goths , and Romans . Tamora , Queen of the Goths . Lavinia , daughter to Titus Andronicus . A Nurse , and a black Child . Kinsmen of Titus ...
340 psl.
... Aaron , and other Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People , follow- ing . The bearers set down the coffin , and Titus speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught ...
... Aaron , and other Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People , follow- ing . The bearers set down the coffin , and Titus speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark that hath discharg'd her fraught ...
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... Aaron and Goths . Tit . I am not bid to wait upon this bride ; - Titus , when wert thou wont to talk alone , Dishonour'd thus , and challenged of wrongs ? Re - enter Marcus , Lucius , Quintus , and Martius . Mar. O , Titus , see , O ...
... Aaron and Goths . Tit . I am not bid to wait upon this bride ; - Titus , when wert thou wont to talk alone , Dishonour'd thus , and challenged of wrongs ? Re - enter Marcus , Lucius , Quintus , and Martius . Mar. O , Titus , see , O ...
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... Aaron : At the other , Bassianus , Lavinia , and Others . Sat. So Bassianus , you have play'd your prize ; God give you joy , sir , of your gallant bride . Bas . And you of yours , my lord : I say no more , Nor wish no less ; and so I ...
... Aaron : At the other , Bassianus , Lavinia , and Others . Sat. So Bassianus , you have play'd your prize ; God give you joy , sir , of your gallant bride . Bas . And you of yours , my lord : I say no more , Nor wish no less ; and so I ...
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... Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress , And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held , fetter'd in amorous chains ; And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes ...
... Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress , And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held , fetter'd in amorous chains ; And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes ...
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Aaron Andronicus Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar call'd Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead death deed Dionyza dost doth Egypt emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius Lysimachus madam Marcus Marina Mark Antony Mess mistress musick never night noble o'the Octavia Parthia Pericles Pisanio Pompey Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Roman Rome Saturninus SCENE speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus tongue unto villain weep Сут
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