The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Page 133
... Rome's rich ornament , That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And to my fortunes , and the people's favour ... Rome , be as just and gracious unto me , As I am confident and kind to thee.- Open the gates , and let me in . Bas ...
... Rome's rich ornament , That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And to my fortunes , and the people's favour ... Rome , be as just and gracious unto me , As I am confident and kind to thee.- Open the gates , and let me in . Bas ...
Page 134
... Rome's best champion , Successful in the battles that he fights , With honour and with fortune is return'd , From where he circumscribed with his sword , And brought to yoke , the enemies of Rome . Flourish of trumpets , & c . enter ...
... Rome's best champion , Successful in the battles that he fights , With honour and with fortune is return'd , From where he circumscribed with his sword , And brought to yoke , the enemies of Rome . Flourish of trumpets , & c . enter ...
Page 138
... Rome : O , bless me here with thy victorious hand , Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud . Tit . Kind Rome , that hast thus lovingly reserv'd The cordial of mine age to glad my heart ! — Lavinia , live ; outlive thy father's days ...
... Rome : O , bless me here with thy victorious hand , Whose fortunes Rome's best citizens applaud . Tit . Kind Rome , that hast thus lovingly reserv'd The cordial of mine age to glad my heart ! — Lavinia , live ; outlive thy father's days ...
Page 139
... Rome . Tit . A better head her glorious body fits , Than his , that shakes for age and feebleness : What ! should I ... Rome's emperor : - Andronicus , ' would thou wert shipp'd to hell , Rather than rob me of the people's hearts . Luc ...
... Rome . Tit . A better head her glorious body fits , Than his , that shakes for age and feebleness : What ! should I ... Rome's emperor : - Andronicus , ' would thou wert shipp'd to hell , Rather than rob me of the people's hearts . Luc ...
Page 140
... Rome's great emperor ; And say , -Long live our emperor Saturnine ! [ A long flourish . Sat. Titus Andronicus , for thy favours done To us in our election this day , I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts , And will with deeds ...
... Rome's great emperor ; And say , -Long live our emperor Saturnine ! [ A long flourish . Sat. Titus Andronicus , for thy favours done To us in our election this day , I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts , And will with deeds ...
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Page 71 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
Page 87 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief ; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Page 101 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.