The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Such violent hands upon her tender life . Tit . How now ! has forrow made thee doat already ? Why , Marcus , no man fhould be mad but I ; What violent hands can fhe lay on her life ? Ah , wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands ? To ...
... Such violent hands upon her tender life . Tit . How now ! has forrow made thee doat already ? Why , Marcus , no man fhould be mad but I ; What violent hands can fhe lay on her life ? Ah , wherefore doft thou urge the name of hands ? To ...
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... such a knock , That down fell both the ram's horns in the Court , And who should find them but the Emprefs ' villain ? She laugh'd , and told the Moor he should not chufe But give them to his master for a present . Tit . Why , there it ...
... such a knock , That down fell both the ram's horns in the Court , And who should find them but the Emprefs ' villain ? She laugh'd , and told the Moor he should not chufe But give them to his master for a present . Tit . Why , there it ...
Page 63
... such kind of men . Tit . Good Lord , how like the Emprefs ' fons they are , And you the Empref ! but we worldly men Have miferable mad mistaking eyes : O fweet Revenge , now do I come to thee , And if one arm's embracement will content ...
... such kind of men . Tit . Good Lord , how like the Emprefs ' fons they are , And you the Empref ! but we worldly men Have miferable mad mistaking eyes : O fweet Revenge , now do I come to thee , And if one arm's embracement will content ...
Page 88
... Such I account thy love . Art thou afraid To be the fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? wouldst thou have that Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ? Letting I dare not ...
... Such I account thy love . Art thou afraid To be the fame in thine own act and valour , As thou art in defire ? wouldst thou have that Which thou efteem'ft the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ? Letting I dare not ...
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... Such welcome , and unwelcome things , at once , ' Tis hard to reconcile . SCENE V. Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well , more anon . Comes the King forth , I pray you ? 1 Doct . Ay , Sir ; there are a crew of wretched fouls That stay his cure ...
... Such welcome , and unwelcome things , at once , ' Tis hard to reconcile . SCENE V. Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well , more anon . Comes the King forth , I pray you ? 1 Doct . Ay , Sir ; there are a crew of wretched fouls That stay his cure ...
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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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
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.