The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... ther to Titus . MARCUS , QUINTUS , Luctus , MUTIUS , } Sons to Titus Andronicus . Young Lucius , a Boy , Son to Lucius . PUBLIUS , Son to Marcus Andronicus the Tribune , ALARBUS , CHIRON , DEMETRIUS , Sons to Tamora . AARON , a Moor ...
... ther to Titus . MARCUS , QUINTUS , Luctus , MUTIUS , } Sons to Titus Andronicus . Young Lucius , a Boy , Son to Lucius . PUBLIUS , Son to Marcus Andronicus the Tribune , ALARBUS , CHIRON , DEMETRIUS , Sons to Tamora . AARON , a Moor ...
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... ther tale when th ' other's come to't : Hector fhall not have his wit this year . Cre . He fhall not need it , if he have his own . Pan . Nor his Qualities . Cre . No matter . Pan . Nor his beauty . Cre . ' Twould not become him , his ...
... ther tale when th ' other's come to't : Hector fhall not have his wit this year . Cre . He fhall not need it , if he have his own . Pan . Nor his Qualities . Cre . No matter . Pan . Nor his beauty . Cre . ' Twould not become him , his ...
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... Ther . And thofe hiles did run - fay fo General run ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! - did not the Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I fee none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's fon , canft thou not hear ...
... Ther . And thofe hiles did run - fay fo General run ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! - did not the Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I fee none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's fon , canft thou not hear ...
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... Ther . Thou fhouldft ftrike bim . Ajax . Cobloaf ! Ther . He would pound thee into fhivers , with his fift , as a failor breaks a bisket . Ajax . You whorfon cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! [ Beating bim . Ther ...
... Ther . Thou fhouldft ftrike bim . Ajax . Cobloaf ! Ther . He would pound thee into fhivers , with his fift , as a failor breaks a bisket . Ajax . You whorfon cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! [ Beating bim . Ther ...
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... Ther . I fay , this Ajax Acbil . Nay , good Ajax . Ther . Has not fo much wit Achil . Nay , good Ajax . Ther . As will stop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Acbil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and ...
... Ther . I fay , this Ajax Acbil . Nay , good Ajax . Ther . Has not fo much wit Achil . Nay , good Ajax . Ther . As will stop the eye of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Acbil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and ...
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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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Page 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...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.