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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... gone . Luc . Away with him , and make a fire straight . And with our fwords , upon a pile of wood , Let's hew his limbs , till they be clean confum'd . [ Exeunt Mutius , Marcus , Quintus and Lucius . with Alarbus . Tam . O cruel ...
... gone . Luc . Away with him , and make a fire straight . And with our fwords , upon a pile of wood , Let's hew his limbs , till they be clean confum'd . [ Exeunt Mutius , Marcus , Quintus and Lucius . with Alarbus . Tam . O cruel ...
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... gone , Luc . He is not well himself , let us withdraw . Quin . Not I , ' till Mutius ' bones be buried . [ The brother and the fons kneel . Mar. Brother , for in that name doth nature plead , - Quin . Father , and in that name doth ...
... gone , Luc . He is not well himself , let us withdraw . Quin . Not I , ' till Mutius ' bones be buried . [ The brother and the fons kneel . Mar. Brother , for in that name doth nature plead , - Quin . Father , and in that name doth ...
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... gone , and my compaffionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by furmife : O tell me how it is ; for ne'er ' till now Was I a child to fear I know not what . Mar. Lord Baffianus lyes embrewed ...
... gone , and my compaffionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by furmife : O tell me how it is ; for ne'er ' till now Was I a child to fear I know not what . Mar. Lord Baffianus lyes embrewed ...
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... gone : Here ftands my other fon , a banish'd man , And here my brother weeping at my woes . But that which gives my foul the greateft fpurn , Is dear Lavinia , dearer than my foul- Had I but feen thy picture in this plight , It would ...
... gone : Here ftands my other fon , a banish'd man , And here my brother weeping at my woes . But that which gives my foul the greateft fpurn , Is dear Lavinia , dearer than my foul- Had I but feen thy picture in this plight , It would ...
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... gone , I fee thou art not for my company . Mar. Alas , my Lord , I have but kill'd a fly . Tit . But ? -how if that fly had a father and mother ? How would he hang his flender , gilded wings , And buz laments and dolings in the air ...
... gone , I fee thou art not for my company . Mar. Alas , my Lord , I have but kill'd a fly . Tit . But ? -how if that fly had a father and mother ? How would he hang his flender , gilded wings , And buz laments and dolings in the air ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.