The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumen17C. and A. Conrad, 1809 |
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... dead trunk pillow to our Tam . But when you have the honey - Let not this wasp outlive , us both to st Chi . I warrant you madam ; we will r Come , mistress , now perforce we will That nice - preserved honesty of yours . Lav . O Tamora ...
... dead trunk pillow to our Tam . But when you have the honey - Let not this wasp outlive , us both to st Chi . I warrant you madam ; we will r Come , mistress , now perforce we will That nice - preserved honesty of yours . Lav . O Tamora ...
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... dead man's earthy cheeks , Sar , who e ragged entrails of this pit : Into this mine the moon ' on Pyramus , Mart . night lay bath'd in maiden blood . lp me with thy fainting hand , - nade thee faint , as me it hath , - Brought E To find ...
... dead man's earthy cheeks , Sar , who e ragged entrails of this pit : Into this mine the moon ' on Pyramus , Mart . night lay bath'd in maiden blood . lp me with thy fainting hand , - nade thee faint , as me it hath , - Brought E To find ...
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... dead . Sat. My brother dead ? I know , thou ( He and his lady both are at the lodge , Upon the north side of this pleasant cha ' Tis not an hour since I left him there . Mart . We know not where you left h But , out alas ! here have we ...
... dead . Sat. My brother dead ? I know , thou ( He and his lady both are at the lodge , Upon the north side of this pleasant cha ' Tis not an hour since I left him there . Mart . We know not where you left h But , out alas ! here have we ...
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... dead : my deer ; and he , that wounded her , With min And in th Till the f And mad a wilderness of sea ; r when some ... dead ; and , for his death , re condemn'd , and dead by this : ah , son Lucius , look on her ! me her brothers ...
... dead : my deer ; and he , that wounded her , With min And in th Till the f And mad a wilderness of sea ; r when some ... dead ; and , for his death , re condemn'd , and dead by this : ah , son Lucius , look on her ! me her brothers ...
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... dead men from their graves , em upright at their dear friends ' doors , their sorrows almost were forgot ; ir skins , as on the bark of trees , my knife carved in Roman letters , r sorrow die , though I am dead . = done a thousand ...
... dead men from their graves , em upright at their dear friends ' doors , their sorrows almost were forgot ; ir skins , as on the bark of trees , my knife carved in Roman letters , r sorrow die , though I am dead . = done a thousand ...
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Aaron Æneid ancient Andronicus Antiochus Bassianus Bawd blood Confessio Amantis Coriolanus corrupt Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza doth dramas edition emendation emperor Enter Exeunt expression eyes father folio Gesta Romanorum give Goths Gower hand hast hath heart heaven Helicanus honour Juliet King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia lord Lucius Lychorida Lysimachus Macbeth Malone Marcus Marina Mason means Measure for Measure metre musick night noble Noble Kinsmen old copy reads Othello passage Pentapolis perhaps Pericles piece play poet prince quarto queen revenge rhyme Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet Saturninus scene sense Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak speech Steevens suppose sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee ther thine thou art thought Titus Titus Andronicus Todd Twine's translation Tyre unto Winter's Tale word
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Página 195 - 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?
Página 193 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 250 - 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...
Página 273 - 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.
Página 288 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Página 247 - tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there ; jumping o'er times ; Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass...