The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 7
... true joy , for his return to Rome . Thou great defender of this Capitol , Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! Romans , of five and twenty valiant fons , Half of the number that King Priam had , Behold the poor remains alive and ...
... true joy , for his return to Rome . Thou great defender of this Capitol , Stand gracious to the rites that we intend ! Romans , of five and twenty valiant fons , Half of the number that King Priam had , Behold the poor remains alive and ...
Pàgina 8
... true badge . Thrice noble Titus , fpare my firft - born fon . Tit . Patient your felf , Madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you Goths behold Alive and dead , and for their brethren flain Religioufly they ask a ...
... true badge . Thrice noble Titus , fpare my firft - born fon . Tit . Patient your felf , Madam , and pardon me . These are their brethren , whom you Goths behold Alive and dead , and for their brethren flain Religioufly they ask a ...
Pàgina 12
... ? Lav . Not I , my Lord , fith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtefie . Sat. Thanks , fweet Lavinia , Romans , let us go . Ran Ranfomlefs here we fet our prifoners free ; Proclaim our I 2 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... ? Lav . Not I , my Lord , fith true nobility Warrants these words in princely courtefie . Sat. Thanks , fweet Lavinia , Romans , let us go . Ran Ranfomlefs here we fet our prifoners free ; Proclaim our I 2 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
Pàgina 16
... true betrothed love , and now my wife ? But let the laws of Rome determine all , Mean while I am poffeft of that is mine . Sat. ' Tis good , Sir ; you are very short with us , But if we live , we'll be as fharp with you . Baf . My Lord ...
... true betrothed love , and now my wife ? But let the laws of Rome determine all , Mean while I am poffeft of that is mine . Sat. ' Tis good , Sir ; you are very short with us , But if we live , we'll be as fharp with you . Baf . My Lord ...
Pàgina 27
... true , the raven doth not hatch a lark : Yet have I heard , ( O could I find it now ! ) The lion , mov'd with pity , did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away . Some fay , that ravens fofter forlorn children , The whilft their ...
... true , the raven doth not hatch a lark : Yet have I heard , ( O could I find it now ! ) The lion , mov'd with pity , did endure To have his princely paws par'd all away . Some fay , that ravens fofter forlorn children , The whilft their ...
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1747 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.