The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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الصفحة 17
... hear me speak , indifferently , for all ; And at my fuit ( fweet ) pardon what is past . Sat. What , Madam , be difhonour'd openly , And bafely put it up without revenge ? Tam . Not fo , my Lord ; the Gods of Rome fore - fend , I thould ...
... hear me speak , indifferently , for all ; And at my fuit ( fweet ) pardon what is past . Sat. What , Madam , be difhonour'd openly , And bafely put it up without revenge ? Tam . Not fo , my Lord ; the Gods of Rome fore - fend , I thould ...
الصفحة 26
... hear to fuch effect . And had you not by wondrous fortune come , This vengeance on me had they executed : Revenge it , as you love your mother's life , Or be ye not from henceforth call'd my children . Dem . This is a witness that I am ...
... hear to fuch effect . And had you not by wondrous fortune come , This vengeance on me had they executed : Revenge it , as you love your mother's life , Or be ye not from henceforth call'd my children . Dem . This is a witness that I am ...
الصفحة 27
... hear her speak ; away with her ! Lav . Sweet Lords , intreat her hear me but a word Dem . Liften , fair Madam , let it be your glory To fee her tears ; but be your heart to them , As unrelenting flints to drops of rain . Lav . When did ...
... hear her speak ; away with her ! Lav . Sweet Lords , intreat her hear me but a word Dem . Liften , fair Madam , let it be your glory To fee her tears ; but be your heart to them , As unrelenting flints to drops of rain . Lav . When did ...
الصفحة 33
... , And let me fay ( that never wept before ) My tears are now prevailing orators . Luc . Oh noble father , you lament in vain , VOL . VIII . D [ Exeunt The The Tribunes hear you not , no man is by TITUS ANDRONICUS . 33 ACT III. ...
... , And let me fay ( that never wept before ) My tears are now prevailing orators . Luc . Oh noble father , you lament in vain , VOL . VIII . D [ Exeunt The The Tribunes hear you not , no man is by TITUS ANDRONICUS . 33 ACT III. ...
الصفحة 34
... hears you speak . Tit . Why , ' tis no matter , man ; if they did hear , They would not mark me : or if they did mark , They would not pity me . Therefore I tell my forrows to the ftones , Who , tho ' they cannot anfwer my distress ...
... hears you speak . Tit . Why , ' tis no matter , man ; if they did hear , They would not mark me : or if they did mark , They would not pity me . Therefore I tell my forrows to the ftones , Who , tho ' they cannot anfwer my distress ...
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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.