Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Timon of Athens. Titus AndronicusC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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407 psl.
... fons , Half of the number that king Priam had , Behold the poor remains , alive and dead ! Thefe , that furvive , let Rome reward with love , Thefe , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial among their ancestors . Here Goths ...
... fons , Half of the number that king Priam had , Behold the poor remains , alive and dead ! Thefe , that furvive , let Rome reward with love , Thefe , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial among their ancestors . Here Goths ...
408 psl.
... fons were ever dear to thee , O , think my fons to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are brought to Rome , To beautify thy triumphs and return , Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke ? But muft my fons be flaughter'd in the ...
... fons were ever dear to thee , O , think my fons to be as dear to me . Sufficeth not , that we are brought to Rome , To beautify thy triumphs and return , Captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke ? But muft my fons be flaughter'd in the ...
409 psl.
... fons , Rome's readieft champions , repose you here , The felf - fame Gods , that arm'd the queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent , & c . ] I read , against the authority of all the copies ...
... fons , Rome's readieft champions , repose you here , The felf - fame Gods , that arm'd the queen of Troy With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent , & c . ] I read , against the authority of all the copies ...
410 psl.
... fons ! Lav . In peace and honour live lord Titus long , My noble lord and father , live in fame ! Lo ! at this tomb my tributary tears I render , for my brethren's obfequies ; And at thy feet I kneel , with tears of joy Shed on the ...
... fons ! Lav . In peace and honour live lord Titus long , My noble lord and father , live in fame ! Lo ! at this tomb my tributary tears I render , for my brethren's obfequies ; And at thy feet I kneel , with tears of joy Shed on the ...
411 psl.
... fons ; Be candidatus then , and put it on , And help to fet a head on headless Rome . Tit . A better head her glorious body fits , Than his that fhakes for age and feebleness : What ! fhould I don this robe and trouble Be chofe with ...
... fons ; Be candidatus then , and put it on , And help to fet a head on headless Rome . Tit . A better head her glorious body fits , Than his that fhakes for age and feebleness : What ! fhould I don this robe and trouble Be chofe with ...
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Ægypt againſt Alcibiades Andronicus anfwer Apem Apemantus becauſe beſt brother Brutus Cæfar Cafca Caffius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra death doft doth emperor Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid feems fend fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould flain Flav fleep foldier fome fons forrow fortune fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Gods Goths hand Hanmer hath hear heart himſelf honour JOHNSON Lavinia Lepidus lord Lucius madam mafter Marcus Mark Antony means moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Octavius paffage pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Plutarch poet Pompey prefent queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand STEEVENS Tamora tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art Timon Titinius Titus Titus Andronicus uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf
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