The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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Sivu 168
... Hect . But Value dwells not in particular will , It holds its eftimate and dignity , 11 As well wherein ' tis precious of itself , As in the prizer : ' tis mad idolatry , To make the fervice greater than the God ; And the will dotes ...
... Hect . But Value dwells not in particular will , It holds its eftimate and dignity , 11 As well wherein ' tis precious of itself , As in the prizer : ' tis mad idolatry , To make the fervice greater than the God ; And the will dotes ...
Sivu 170
... Hect . It is Caffandra . SCENE IV . Enter Caffandra with her bair about her ears . Caf . Cry , Trojans , cry ; lend me ten thousand eyes , And I will fill them with prophetick tears . Hect . Peace , fifter , peace . Caf . Virgins and ...
... Hect . It is Caffandra . SCENE IV . Enter Caffandra with her bair about her ears . Caf . Cry , Trojans , cry ; lend me ten thousand eyes , And I will fill them with prophetick tears . Hect . Peace , fifter , peace . Caf . Virgins and ...
Sivu 210
... Hect . Why then , will I no more . Thou art , great Lord , my father's fifter's fon ; A coufin - german to great Priam's feed : The obligation of our blood forbids A gory emulation ' twixt us twain . Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan ...
... Hect . Why then , will I no more . Thou art , great Lord , my father's fifter's fon ; A coufin - german to great Priam's feed : The obligation of our blood forbids A gory emulation ' twixt us twain . Were thy commixtion Greek and Trojan ...
Sivu 211
... Hect . Not Neoptolemus ' fire fo mirable ( On whofe bright creft Fame with her loud'ft O yes Cries , This is be ) could promife to himself A thought of added honour torn from Hector . Ene . There is expectance here from both the fides ...
... Hect . Not Neoptolemus ' fire fo mirable ( On whofe bright creft Fame with her loud'ft O yes Cries , This is be ) could promife to himself A thought of added honour torn from Hector . Ene . There is expectance here from both the fides ...
Sivu 212
... Hect . Whom muft we answer ? Ene . The noble Menelaus . Hect . O [ thanks . you , my Lord · by Mars his gauntlet , Mock not , that I affect th ' untraded oath ; Your quondam wife fwears ftill by Venus ' glove . She's well , but bad me ...
... Hect . Whom muft we answer ? Ene . The noble Menelaus . Hect . O [ thanks . you , my Lord · by Mars his gauntlet , Mock not , that I affect th ' untraded oath ; Your quondam wife fwears ftill by Venus ' glove . She's well , but bad me ...
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear feem felf 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 Hect Hector himſelf honour Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt Neft noble Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Ulyf what's whofe Witch worfe
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 88 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both. They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Sivu 93 - 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.
Sivu 189 - 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...
Sivu 87 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Sivu 83 - For in my way it lies. Stars hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Sivu 93 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Sivu 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!
Sivu 125 - 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.
Sivu 85 - 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.