The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... Keep then this paffage to the Capitol ; And fuffer not difhonour to approach Th ' imperial feat , to virtue confecrate , To juftice , continence , and nobility : I This is one of the Plays which ought not to be look'd upon to be of ...
... Keep then this paffage to the Capitol ; And fuffer not difhonour to approach Th ' imperial feat , to virtue confecrate , To juftice , continence , and nobility : I This is one of the Plays which ought not to be look'd upon to be of ...
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... keep this door fecure . Tit . Follow , my Lord , and I'll foon bring her back . Mut . My Lord , you país not here . Tit . What ! villain - boy , Barr'ft me my way in Rome ? Mut . Help , Lucius , help . [ He kills bim , Luc . My Lord ...
... keep this door fecure . Tit . Follow , my Lord , and I'll foon bring her back . Mut . My Lord , you país not here . Tit . What ! villain - boy , Barr'ft me my way in Rome ? Mut . Help , Lucius , help . [ He kills bim , Luc . My Lord ...
20 psl.
... keep the peace . Dem . Why , boy , although our mother ( unadvis'd ) Gave you a dancing rapier by your fide , Are you fo defperate grown to threat your friends ? Go to ; have your lath glued within your sheath , ' Till you know better ...
... keep the peace . Dem . Why , boy , although our mother ( unadvis'd ) Gave you a dancing rapier by your fide , Are you fo defperate grown to threat your friends ? Go to ; have your lath glued within your sheath , ' Till you know better ...
24 psl.
... keeping cave , We may each wreathed in the other's arms , ( Our paftimes done ) poffefs a golden flumber , Whilft hounds and horns , and fweet melodious birds , Be unto us as is a nurfe's fong Of lullaby , to bring her babe asleep . Aar ...
... keeping cave , We may each wreathed in the other's arms , ( Our paftimes done ) poffefs a golden flumber , Whilft hounds and horns , and fweet melodious birds , Be unto us as is a nurfe's fong Of lullaby , to bring her babe asleep . Aar ...
27 psl.
... Tis prefent death I beg , and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O keep me from their worse - than - killing luft , And And tumble me into fome loathfome pit . Where never TITUS ANDRONICUS . 27.
... Tis prefent death I beg , and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O keep me from their worse - than - killing luft , And And tumble me into fome loathfome pit . Where never TITUS ANDRONICUS . 27.
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The Works of Shakespear– In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, 8 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1748 |
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem felf 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 Hect Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt Neft noble Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Ulyf what's whofe Witch worfe
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106 psl. - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
88 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
93 psl. - What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
189 psl. - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
87 psl. - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
83 psl. - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
93 psl. - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
103 psl. - Come, seeling* night. Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
125 psl. - To bed, to bed; there's knocking at the gate: come, come, come, come, give me your hand: what's done cannot be undone: to bed, to bed, to bed.
85 psl. - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.