The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Том 3C. Knight, 1852 |
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... thee ! TIT . Content thee , prince , I will restore to thee The people's hearts , and wean them from themselves . BASS . Andronicus , I do not flatter thee , But honour thee , and will do till I die : My faction if thou strengthen with ...
... thee ! TIT . Content thee , prince , I will restore to thee The people's hearts , and wean them from themselves . BASS . Andronicus , I do not flatter thee , But honour thee , and will do till I die : My faction if thou strengthen with ...
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... thee , Tamora , for my bride , And will create thee empress of Rome . Speak , queen of Goths ; dost thou applaud my choice ? And here I swear by all the Roman gods , — Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn so bright ...
... thee , Tamora , for my bride , And will create thee empress of Rome . Speak , queen of Goths ; dost thou applaud my choice ? And here I swear by all the Roman gods , — Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn so bright ...
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... thee ! For my father's sake , That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee , Be not obdurate , open thy deaf ears . TAM . Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me , Even for his sake am I pitiless . Remember , boys , I pour'd ...
... thee ! For my father's sake , That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee , Be not obdurate , open thy deaf ears . TAM . Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me , Even for his sake am I pitiless . Remember , boys , I pour'd ...
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... thee faint , as me it hath , - Out of this fell devouring receptacle , As hateful as Cocytus ' misty mouth . QUINT . Reach me thy hand , that I may help thee out ; Or , wanting strength to do thee so much good , I may be pluck'd into ...
... thee faint , as me it hath , - Out of this fell devouring receptacle , As hateful as Cocytus ' misty mouth . QUINT . Reach me thy hand , that I may help thee out ; Or , wanting strength to do thee so much good , I may be pluck'd into ...
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... thee . CHI . Write down thy mind , bewray thy meaning so , An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe . DEMET . See , how with signs and tokens she can scrowl . CHI . Go home , call for sweet water , wash thy hands . DEMET . She ...
... thee . CHI . Write down thy mind , bewray thy meaning so , An if thy stumps will let thee play the scribe . DEMET . See , how with signs and tokens she can scrowl . CHI . Go home , call for sweet water , wash thy hands . DEMET . She ...
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A. L. iii AARON Adonis Andronicus Bassianus BAWD bear beauty behold blood BOULT cheeks Collatine Coriolanus daughter dead dear death deed DEMET DIONYZA dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt eyes F. P. ii face fair father fear folio foul gentle give Goths grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honour king kiss Lavinia live look lord love's Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS M. M. ii Malone MARC Marcus Marina mistress ne'er never night noble North's Plutarch old copies Passionate Pilgrim Pericles poem poor praise prince prince of Tyre quarto queen quoth Rome Saturnine SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's shame sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora Tarquin tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Tyre unto Venus and Adonis weep wilt wind word
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Страница 151 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 134 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Страница 149 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Страница 129 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Страница 148 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...
Страница 148 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all.
Страница 22 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Страница 110 - That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment ; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight...
Страница 144 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Страница 126 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....