The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Side 27
... self a baftard ? Lav . ' Tis 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 ...
... self a baftard ? Lav . ' Tis 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 ...
Side 31
... self . Dem . If thou hadft hands to help thee knit the cord . [ Exeunt SCENE X. Enter Marcus to Lavinia . Mar. Who's this , my niece , that flies away fo faft ? Coufin , a word ; where is your husband ? say : If If I do dream , would ...
... self . Dem . If thou hadft hands to help thee knit the cord . [ Exeunt SCENE X. Enter Marcus to Lavinia . Mar. Who's this , my niece , that flies away fo faft ? Coufin , a word ; where is your husband ? say : If If I do dream , would ...
Side 49
... self ; The vigour and the picture of my youth : This , before all the world , do I prefer ; This , maugre all the world , will I keep fafe , Or fome of you fhall fmoke for it in Rome . Dem . By this our mother is for ever sham'd . Chi ...
... self ; The vigour and the picture of my youth : This , before all the world , do I prefer ; This , maugre all the world , will I keep fafe , Or fome of you fhall fmoke for it in Rome . Dem . By this our mother is for ever sham'd . Chi ...
Side 50
... self- Two may keep counfel , when the third's away : Go to the Emprefs , tell her , this I faid [ He kills ber Week , week ! fo cries a pig prepar'd to th ' fpit . [ this ? Dem . What mean'ft thou , Aaron ? wherefore didft thos Aar . O ...
... self- Two may keep counfel , when the third's away : Go to the Emprefs , tell her , this I faid [ He kills ber Week , week ! fo cries a pig prepar'd to th ' fpit . [ this ? Dem . What mean'ft thou , Aaron ? wherefore didft thos Aar . O ...
Side 67
... self a fun ? Mar. Rome's Emperor , and , nephew , break your parley ; Thefe quarrels must be quietly debated : The feaft is ready , which the careful Titus Hath ordain'd to an honourable end , For peace , for love , for league , and ...
... self a fun ? Mar. Rome's Emperor , and , nephew , break your parley ; Thefe quarrels must be quietly debated : The feaft is ready , which the careful Titus Hath ordain'd to an honourable end , For peace , for love , for league , and ...
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.