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... gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge , Thrice - noble Titus , spare my first - born son . TIT . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me : These are the brethren , whom you Goths beheld ...
... gods ? Draw near them then in being merciful : Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge , Thrice - noble Titus , spare my first - born son . TIT . Patient yourself , madam , and pardon me : These are the brethren , whom you Goths beheld ...
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... gods that arm'd the queen of Troy . With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent , May favour Tamora , the queen of Goths , ( When Goths were Goths , and Tamora was queen , ) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her ...
... gods that arm'd the queen of Troy . With opportunity of sharp revenge Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent , May favour Tamora , the queen of Goths , ( When Goths were Goths , and Tamora was queen , ) To quit the bloody wrongs upon her ...
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... gods , — Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn so bright , and everything In readiness for Hymeneus stand , — I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , a The second folio has- " Was there none else in Rome , to ...
... gods , — Sith priest and holy water are so near , And tapers burn so bright , and everything In readiness for Hymeneus stand , — I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , a The second folio has- " Was there none else in Rome , to ...
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... God give you joy , sir , of your gallant bride ! BASS . And you of yours , my lord . I say no more , Nor wish no less ; and so I take my leave . SAT . Traitor , if Rome have law , or we have power , a With himself , in the quarto . The ...
... God give you joy , sir , of your gallant bride ! BASS . And you of yours , my lord . I say no more , Nor wish no less ; and so I take my leave . SAT . Traitor , if Rome have law , or we have power , a With himself , in the quarto . The ...
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... gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you . But on mine honour , dare I undertake For good lord Titus ' innocence in all ; Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs : Then , at my suit , look graciously on him : Lose ...
... gods of Rome forfend I should be author to dishonour you . But on mine honour , dare I undertake For good lord Titus ' innocence in all ; Whose fury not dissembled speaks his griefs : Then , at my suit , look graciously on him : Lose ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
A. L. iii AARON Adonis Andronicus Bassianus BAWD bear beauty behold blood BOULT cheeks Collatine Coriolanus daughter dead dear death deed DEMET DIONYZA dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt eyes F. P. ii face fair father fear folio foul gentle give Goths grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honour king kiss Lavinia live look lord love's Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS M. M. ii Malone MARC Marcus Marina mistress ne'er never night noble North's Plutarch old copies Passionate Pilgrim Pericles poem poor praise prince prince of Tyre quarto queen quoth Rome Saturnine SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's shame sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora Tarquin tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Tyre unto Venus and Adonis weep wilt wind word
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Página 151 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 134 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 149 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 129 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Página 148 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...
Página 148 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all.
Página 22 - d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Página 110 - That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment ; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory ; Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight...
Página 144 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath?
Página 126 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....