The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... she weigh'd her anchorage , Cometh Andronicus with laurel boughs , To re - falute his country with his tears ; Tears of true joy , for his return to Rome . The great defender of this Capitol , Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ...
... she weigh'd her anchorage , Cometh Andronicus with laurel boughs , To re - falute his country with his tears ; Tears of true joy , for his return to Rome . The great defender of this Capitol , Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ...
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... She will a handmaid be to his defires , A loving nurse , a mother to his youth . Sat. Afcend , fair Queen , Pantbeon ; Lords , accompany Your noble Emperor , and his lovely bride , Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine , Whofe wifdom ...
... She will a handmaid be to his defires , A loving nurse , a mother to his youth . Sat. Afcend , fair Queen , Pantbeon ; Lords , accompany Your noble Emperor , and his lovely bride , Sent by the heavens for Prince Saturnine , Whofe wifdom ...
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... She is a woman , therefore may be won ; She is Lavinia , therefore must be lov'd . What , man ! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of , and eafie it is Of a cut loaf to steal a fhive , we know : Tho ' Baffianus be the ...
... She is a woman , therefore may be won ; She is Lavinia , therefore must be lov'd . What , man ! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of , and eafie it is Of a cut loaf to steal a fhive , we know : Tho ' Baffianus be the ...
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... She giveth Saturninus a letter . Saturninus reads the letter . An if we mifs to meet him handsomely , Sweet buntfman , Baffianus ' tis we mean , Do thou fo much as dig the grave for him , Thou know'ft our meaning : look for thy reward ...
... She giveth Saturninus a letter . Saturninus reads the letter . An if we mifs to meet him handsomely , Sweet buntfman , Baffianus ' tis we mean , Do thou fo much as dig the grave for him , Thou know'ft our meaning : look for thy reward ...
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... She hath no tongue to call , nor hands to wash ; And fo let's leave her to her filent walks . Chi . If ' twere my cafe , I fhould go hang my felf . Dem . If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord , [ Exeunt . SCENE X. Enter Marcus ...
... She hath no tongue to call , nor hands to wash ; And fo let's leave her to her filent walks . Chi . If ' twere my cafe , I fhould go hang my felf . Dem . If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord , [ Exeunt . SCENE X. Enter Marcus ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem felf 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 Hect Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt Neft noble Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Ulyf what's whofe Witch worfe
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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 88 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Page 93 - 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 189 - 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 87 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Page 83 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Page 93 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
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 125 - 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 85 - 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.