The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Volumen8 |
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Achilles Æne Æneas Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus anſwer Banquo beſt blood brother Calchas cauſe Clot Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doſt doth elſe Emperor Empreſs Enter Exeunt Exit eyes falſe fear felf firſt fleep fons forrow foul Goths Guiderius hand hath heart heav'n Hector honour i'th Iach Imogen King kiſs Lady Lavinia leſs Lord loſe Lucius Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach Marcus maſter Menelaus miſtreſs moſt muſt noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Poft praiſe preſent Priam purpoſe Queen reaſon Roffe Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſelf ſervice ſet ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome ſon ſpeak ſpirit ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſwear ſweet ſword Tamora tell thee Ther there's theſe thoſe thou art Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe what's whoſe Witch
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.