The Tragedies of William Shakespeare: With Introd. Studies ...H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 547 sider |
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Side 242
... LUCIUS , QUINTUS , Sons to Titus Andronicus . MARTIUS , MUTIUS , YOUNG LUCIUS , a Boy , Son to Lucius . PUBLIUS , Son to Marcus Andronicus . SEMPRONIUS , CAIUS , VALENTINE , Kinsmen to Titus . EMILIUS , a noble Roman .. ALARBUS ...
... LUCIUS , QUINTUS , Sons to Titus Andronicus . MARTIUS , MUTIUS , YOUNG LUCIUS , a Boy , Son to Lucius . PUBLIUS , Son to Marcus Andronicus . SEMPRONIUS , CAIUS , VALENTINE , Kinsmen to Titus . EMILIUS , a noble Roman .. ALARBUS ...
Side 245
... LUCIUS and QUINTUS . After them TITUS ANDRONICUS ; and then TAMORA , with ALARBUS , CHIRON , DEMETRIUS , AARON , and other Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People following . The bearers set down the coffin , and Titus speaks . TITUS ...
... LUCIUS and QUINTUS . After them TITUS ANDRONICUS ; and then TAMORA , with ALARBUS , CHIRON , DEMETRIUS , AARON , and other Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People following . The bearers set down the coffin , and Titus speaks . TITUS ...
Side 246
... LUCIUS . Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile Ad manes fratrum ' sacrifice his flesh , Before this earthly prison of their bones ; That so the shadows be not unappeas'd , Nor we disturb ...
... LUCIUS . Give us the proudest prisoner of the Goths , That we may hew his limbs , and on a pile Ad manes fratrum ' sacrifice his flesh , Before this earthly prison of their bones ; That so the shadows be not unappeas'd , Nor we disturb ...
Side 247
... LUCIUS , QUINTUS , MARTIUS , and MUTIUS , with their swords bloody . LUCIUS . See , lord and father , how we have perform'd Our Roman rites . Alarbus ' limbs are lopp'd , And entrails feed the sacrificing fire , Whose smoke , like ...
... LUCIUS , QUINTUS , MARTIUS , and MUTIUS , with their swords bloody . LUCIUS . See , lord and father , how we have perform'd Our Roman rites . Alarbus ' limbs are lopp'd , And entrails feed the sacrificing fire , Whose smoke , like ...
Side 249
... LUCIUS . Proud Saturnine , interrupter of the good That noble - minded Titus means to thee ! 205 209 TITUS . Content thee , prince ; I will restore to thee The people's hearts , and wean them from themselves . BASSIANUS . Andronicus , I ...
... LUCIUS . Proud Saturnine , interrupter of the good That noble - minded Titus means to thee ! 205 209 TITUS . Content thee , prince ; I will restore to thee The people's hearts , and wean them from themselves . BASSIANUS . Andronicus , I ...
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Side 142 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
Side 139 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Side 361 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Side 399 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars, as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay...
Side 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Side 142 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Side 142 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Side 24 - I did consent; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd...
Side 101 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Side 142 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ; — What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.