The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 17C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... poor competitor . [ SAT . and BAs . go into the Capitol , and exeunt with Senators , MAR . & c . SCENE II . The same . Enter a Captain , and Others . Cap . Romans , make way ; The good Andronicus , Patron of virtue , Rome's best ...
... poor competitor . [ SAT . and BAs . go into the Capitol , and exeunt with Senators , MAR . & c . SCENE II . The same . Enter a Captain , and Others . Cap . Romans , make way ; The good Andronicus , Patron of virtue , Rome's best ...
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... poor remains , alive , and dead ! These , that survive , let Rome reward with love ; These , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial amongst their ancestors : Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword . Titus , unkind ...
... poor remains , alive , and dead ! These , that survive , let Rome reward with love ; These , that I bring unto their latest home , With burial amongst their ancestors : Here Goths have given me leave to sheathe my sword . Titus , unkind ...
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... Poor painted queen , " & c . Painted with , is , speciously coloured with . 1 you desire , ] Old copies - we desire . second folio . Malone . Steevens . Corrected in the The edit . 1600 , reads , with the other old copies - we desire ...
... Poor painted queen , " & c . Painted with , is , speciously coloured with . 1 you desire , ] Old copies - we desire . second folio . Malone . Steevens . Corrected in the The edit . 1600 , reads , with the other old copies - we desire ...
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... Poor I was slain , when Bassianus died . Tam . What begg'st thou then ; fond woman , let me go . Lav . ' Tis present death I beg ; and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worse than killing ...
... Poor I was slain , when Bassianus died . Tam . What begg'st thou then ; fond woman , let me go . Lav . ' Tis present death I beg ; and one thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell : O , keep me from their worse than killing ...
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... poor Bassianus ' grave . I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink . Mart . Nor I no strength to climb without thy help . Quin . Thy hand once more ; I will not lose again , Till thou art here aloft , or I below : Thou canst not ...
... poor Bassianus ' grave . I have no strength to pluck thee to the brink . Mart . Nor I no strength to climb without thy help . Quin . Thy hand once more ; I will not lose again , Till thou art here aloft , or I below : Thou canst not ...
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Aaron ancient Antiochus Bassianus Bawd Boult brother Cerimon Cleon Confessio Amantis corrupt Cymbeline daughter dead death Demetrius Dionyza doth dramas dramatick edition editor emendation emperor Enter Exeunt expression eyes father folio Gesta Romanorum give gods Goths Gower Hamlet hand hath heart heaven Helicanus honour King Henry King Lear lady Lavinia live lord Lucius Lychorida Lysimachus Macbeth Malone Marcus Marina Mason means metre mistress murder musick never night noble Noble Kinsmen old copies read Othello passage Pentapolis Perhaps Pericles piece play poet Prince of Tyre queen revenge rhyme Rome Romeo and Juliet Saturnine scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's Simonides sons sorrow speak speech Steevens suppose sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee thine thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus Todd tongue tragedy tribunes Twine's translation unto Winter's Tale word
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Page 223 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 193 - 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?
Page 220 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 248 - 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...
Page 191 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 271 - 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.