The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Exit Baffianus with Lavinia . SCENE IV . Mut . Brothers , help to convey her hence away , And with my fword I'll keep this door fecure . Tit . Follow , my Lord , and I'll foon bring her back . Mut . My Lord , you pass not here . Tit ...
... Exit Baffianus with Lavinia . SCENE IV . Mut . Brothers , help to convey her hence away , And with my fword I'll keep this door fecure . Tit . Follow , my Lord , and I'll foon bring her back . Mut . My Lord , you pass not here . Tit ...
الصفحة 24
... er they be . [ Exit . SCENE V. Enter Baffianus and Lavinia . Baf . Whom have we here ? Rome's royal Emperess ? Unfurnish'd of her well - befeeming troops ? Or Or is it Dian habited like her , Who hath 24 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... er they be . [ Exit . SCENE V. Enter Baffianus and Lavinia . Baf . Whom have we here ? Rome's royal Emperess ? Unfurnish'd of her well - befeeming troops ? Or Or is it Dian habited like her , Who hath 24 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
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... Exit . SCENE VI . Enter Aaron with Quintus and Marcus . Aar . Come on , my Lords , the better foot before Strait will I bring you to the loathfome pit , Where I efpied the Panther faft afleep . Quin . My fight is very dull , whate'er it ...
... Exit . SCENE VI . Enter Aaron with Quintus and Marcus . Aar . Come on , my Lords , the better foot before Strait will I bring you to the loathfome pit , Where I efpied the Panther faft afleep . Quin . My fight is very dull , whate'er it ...
الصفحة 38
... reafon for thefe miferies , Then into limits could I bind my woes . [ Exit . When heav'n doth weep , doth not the earth o'erflow ? If the winds rage , doth not the fea wax If 38 TITUS ANDRONICUS . Mar. But I will use it. ...
... reafon for thefe miferies , Then into limits could I bind my woes . [ Exit . When heav'n doth weep , doth not the earth o'erflow ? If the winds rage , doth not the fea wax If 38 TITUS ANDRONICUS . Mar. But I will use it. ...
الصفحة 39
... Exit ! Luc . Ah that this fight fhould make fo deep a wound , And yet detefted life not fhrink thereat ; That ever death fhould let life bear his name , Where life hath no more intereft but to breathe ! Mar. Alas , poor heart , that ...
... Exit ! Luc . Ah that this fight fhould make fo deep a wound , And yet detefted life not fhrink thereat ; That ever death fhould let life bear his name , Where life hath no more intereft but to breathe ! Mar. Alas , poor heart , that ...
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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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الصفحة 191 - 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...
الصفحة 206 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
الصفحة 83 - 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.
الصفحة 91 - 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.
الصفحة 85 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
الصفحة 111 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog...
الصفحة 106 - 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.
الصفحة 103 - 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!
الصفحة 127 - 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.
الصفحة 91 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.