The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Page 359
... AARON , a Moor , beloved by TAMORA . A Captain , Tribune , Messenger , and Clown ; Romans . Goths , and Romans . TAMORA , Queen of the Goths . LAVINIA , Daughter to TITUS ANDRONICUS . A Nurse , and a Black Child . Kinsmen of TITUS ...
... AARON , a Moor , beloved by TAMORA . A Captain , Tribune , Messenger , and Clown ; Romans . Goths , and Romans . TAMORA , Queen of the Goths . LAVINIA , Daughter to TITUS ANDRONICUS . A Nurse , and a Black Child . Kinsmen of TITUS ...
Page 364
... AARON , and other Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People , following . The Bearers set down the Coffin , and TITUS speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark , that hath discharg'd her fraught ...
... AARON , and other Goths , prisoners ; Soldiers and People , following . The Bearers set down the Coffin , and TITUS speaks . Tit . Hail , Rome , victorious in thy mourning weeds ! Lo , as the bark , that hath discharg'd her fraught ...
Page 373
... AARON , and Goths . Tit . I am not bid to wait upon this bride : - Titus , when wert thou wont to walk alone , Dishonour'd thus , and challenged of wrongs ? Re - enter MARCUS , LUCIUS , QUINTUS , and SCENE II . 373 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
... AARON , and Goths . Tit . I am not bid to wait upon this bride : - Titus , when wert thou wont to walk alone , Dishonour'd thus , and challenged of wrongs ? Re - enter MARCUS , LUCIUS , QUINTUS , and SCENE II . 373 TITUS ANDRONICUS .
Page 376
... AARON : At the other , BASSIANUS , LAVINIA , and Others . Sat. So , Bassianus , you have play'd your prize : God give you joy , sir , of your gallant bride . Bas . And you of yours , my lord : I say no more , Nor wish no less ; and so I ...
... AARON : At the other , BASSIANUS , LAVINIA , and Others . Sat. So , Bassianus , you have play'd your prize : God give you joy , sir , of your gallant bride . Bas . And you of yours , my lord : I say no more , Nor wish no less ; and so I ...
Page 380
... Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress , And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held , fetter'd in amorous chains ; And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes ...
... Aaron , arm thy heart , and fit thy thoughts , To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress , And mount her pitch ; whom thou in triumph long Hast prisoner held , fetter'd in amorous chains ; And faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes ...
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Aaron Andronicus Anne Bassianus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal CATESBY Cham CHIRON Clar Clarence curse dead dear death deed Demetrius Dorset dost doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace gracious hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lavinia live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lucius Lysander madam Marcus mother Murd murder never night noble peace PHILOSTRATE pity pray prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin revenge Rich Richmond Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sleep sons sorrow soul speak Stan sweet Tamora tears tell thee Theseus thine Thisby thou art thou hast Titania Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto weep
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Page 286 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 295 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 134 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 6 - But I. that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at mo as I halt by them...
Page 237 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 34 - As we paced along • Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Page 337 - I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report...
Page 234 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Page 35 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.