The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 17C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... blood : Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : 8 Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge ; Thrice - noble Titus , spare my first - born son . Tit . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me ...
... blood : Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : 8 Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge ; Thrice - noble Titus , spare my first - born son . Tit . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me ...
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... Blood and revenge are hammering in my head . Hark , Tamora , the empress of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee , - This is the day of doom for Bassianus ; His Philomel must lose her tongue to - day : 5 Thy sons ...
... Blood and revenge are hammering in my head . Hark , Tamora , the empress of my soul , Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee , - This is the day of doom for Bassianus ; His Philomel must lose her tongue to - day : 5 Thy sons ...
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... blood , As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me : -- Speak , brother , hast thou hurt thee with the fall ? Mart . O , brother , with the dismallest object That ever eye , with sight , made ...
... blood , As fresh as morning's dew distill'd on flowers ? A very fatal place it seems to me : -- Speak , brother , hast thou hurt thee with the fall ? Mart . O , brother , with the dismallest object That ever eye , with sight , made ...
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... blood - drinking pit . Quin . If it be dark , how dost thou know ' tis he ? Mart . Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring , 3 that lightens all the hole , Which , like a taper in some monument , Doth shine upon the dead ...
... blood - drinking pit . Quin . If it be dark , how dost thou know ' tis he ? Mart . Upon his bloody finger he doth wear A precious ring , 3 that lightens all the hole , Which , like a taper in some monument , Doth shine upon the dead ...
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... blood , Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind , Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But , sure , some Tereus hath defloured thee ; And , lest thou should'st detect him , cut thy ...
... blood , Like to a bubbling fountain stirr'd with wind , Doth rise and fall between thy rosed lips , Coming and going with thy honey breath . But , sure , some Tereus hath defloured thee ; And , lest thou should'st detect him , cut thy ...
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Aaron ancient Antiochus Bassianus Bawd Boult brother Cerimon Cleon Confessio Amantis corrupt Cymbeline daughter dead death Demetrius Dionyza doth dramas dramatick edition editor emendation emperor Enter Exeunt expression eyes father folio Gesta Romanorum give gods Goths Gower Hamlet hand hath heart heaven Helicanus honour King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia live lord Lucius Lychorida Lysimachus Macbeth Malone Marcus Marina Mason means metre mistress murder musick never night noble Noble Kinsmen old copies read Othello passage Pentapolis Perhaps Pericles piece play poet Prince of Tyre queen revenge rhyme Rome Romeo and Juliet Saturnine scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's Simonides sons sorrow speak speech Steevens suppose sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee thine thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus Todd tongue tragedy tribunes Twine's translation unto Winter's Tale word
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Page 223 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 193 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Page 220 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 248 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Page 191 - Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: The waters stood above the mountains. At thy rebuke they fled; At the voice of thy thunder they hasted away.
Page 149 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 271 - Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed : but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.