“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Band 16
G. Fleischer the younger, 1810
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Aaron Andronicus appears arms attend believe blood bring Britain brother Cloten comes court dead death deed doth Emperor Empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear follow give Gods Goths hand hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope I'll Iach Imogen Italy JOHNSON justice keep King lady Lavinia leave letter live look Lord Lucius MALONE Marcus MASON means mistress mother nature never noble passage peace Pisanio play poor Post Posthumus present Prince Queen revenge Roman Rome scene sense Shakspeare sons speak stand STEEVENS suppose sure sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee thing thou thou art thought Titus tongue true villain WARBURTON worthy
Seite 130 - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell : Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Seite 295 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Seite 89 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 87 - With fairest flowers, 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 azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...