The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... better head her glorious body fits , Than his that shakes for age and feebleness : What fhould I don this robe , and trouble you ? Be chofe with proclamations to - day , To - morrow yield up rule , refign my life , And fet abroach new ...
... better head her glorious body fits , Than his that shakes for age and feebleness : What fhould I don this robe , and trouble you ? Be chofe with proclamations to - day , To - morrow yield up rule , refign my life , And fet abroach new ...
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... better how to handle it . า Chi . Mean while , Sir , with the little skill I have , Full well fhalt thou perceive how much I dare . Dem . Ay , boy , grow ye fo brave ? Aar . Why , how now , Lords ? So near the Emp'ror's palace dare you ...
... better how to handle it . า Chi . Mean while , Sir , with the little skill I have , Full well fhalt thou perceive how much I dare . Dem . Ay , boy , grow ye fo brave ? Aar . Why , how now , Lords ? So near the Emp'ror's palace dare you ...
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... Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge . Aar . Ay , and as good as Saturninus may . Dem . Then why should he despair , that knows to court it With words , fair looks , and liberality ? What , haft thou not full often struck a doe ...
... Better than he have yet worn Vulcan's badge . Aar . Ay , and as good as Saturninus may . Dem . Then why should he despair , that knows to court it With words , fair looks , and liberality ? What , haft thou not full often struck a doe ...
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... better lov'd of me . Lav . O Tamora , be call'd a gentle Queen , And with thine own hands kill me in this place : For ' tis not life that I have begg'd fo long ; Poor I was flain when Baffianus dy'd . Tam . What begg'ft thou then ? fond ...
... better lov'd of me . Lav . O Tamora , be call'd a gentle Queen , And with thine own hands kill me in this place : For ' tis not life that I have begg'd fo long ; Poor I was flain when Baffianus dy'd . Tam . What begg'ft thou then ? fond ...
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... better foot before Strait will I bring you to the loathfome pit , Where I efpied the Panther faft afleep . Quin . My fight is very dull , whate'er it bodes . ร Mar. And mine , I promise you ; were't not for shame , Well could I leave ...
... better foot before Strait will I bring you to the loathfome pit , Where I efpied the Panther faft afleep . Quin . My fight is very dull , whate'er it bodes . ร Mar. And mine , I promise you ; were't not for shame , Well could I leave ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Baffianus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear felf fervice 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 Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft muft muſt Neft noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Rome Saturnine SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Trojan Ulyf what's whofe Witch
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