The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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الصفحة 13
... I'll foon bring her back . Mut . My Lord , you pass not here . Tit . What ! villain - boy , Barr'ft me my way in ... I'll truft by leifure him that mocks me once , Thee never , nor thy traiterous haughty foris , Confederates all , thus ...
... I'll foon bring her back . Mut . My Lord , you pass not here . Tit . What ! villain - boy , Barr'ft me my way in ... I'll truft by leifure him that mocks me once , Thee never , nor thy traiterous haughty foris , Confederates all , thus ...
الصفحة 28
... I'll ftop your mouth husband : bring thou her [ Dragging off Lavinia . This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him . [ Exeunt . Tam . Farewel , my fons ; fee that ye make her fure . Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed , ' Till ...
... I'll ftop your mouth husband : bring thou her [ Dragging off Lavinia . This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him . [ Exeunt . Tam . Farewel , my fons ; fee that ye make her fure . Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed , ' Till ...
الصفحة 29
... I'll fee what hole is here , And what he is that now is leap'd into't . Say , who art thou that lately did defcend Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? Mar. Th Inte TITUS ANDRONICUS . 29 From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole? ...
... I'll fee what hole is here , And what he is that now is leap'd into't . Say , who art thou that lately did defcend Into this gaping hollow of the earth ? Mar. Th Inte TITUS ANDRONICUS . 29 From this unhallow'd and blood-ftained hole? ...
الصفحة 33
... I'll drop upon thee ftill , In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow , And keep eternal fpring - time on thy face , So thou refuse to drink my dear fons blood . Enter Lucius with his fword drawn . O reverend Tribunes ! gentle aged ...
... I'll drop upon thee ftill , In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow , And keep eternal fpring - time on thy face , So thou refuse to drink my dear fons blood . Enter Lucius with his fword drawn . O reverend Tribunes ! gentle aged ...
الصفحة 37
... I'll fend the Emperor My hand ; good Aaron , wilt thou chop it off ? Luc . Stay , father , for that noble hand of thine , That hath thrown down fo many enemies , Shall not be fent ; my hand will ferve the turn . My youth can better ...
... I'll fend the Emperor My hand ; good Aaron , wilt thou chop it off ? Luc . Stay , father , for that noble hand of thine , That hath thrown down fo many enemies , Shall not be fent ; my hand will ferve the turn . My youth can better ...
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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.