The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 6 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... poor , But was a race of Heav'n . They are fo fbill , Or thou the greatest Soldier of the World , Art turn'd the greater Liar . Ant . How now , Lady ? Cleo . I would I had thy Inches , thou should'st know There were a Heart in Ægypt ...
... poor , But was a race of Heav'n . They are fo fbill , Or thou the greatest Soldier of the World , Art turn'd the greater Liar . Ant . How now , Lady ? Cleo . I would I had thy Inches , thou should'st know There were a Heart in Ægypt ...
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... poor my greatnefs , nor my power Work without it . Truth is , that Fulvia , To have me out of Egypt , made Wars here , For which my felf , the ignorant motive , do So So far ask pardon , as befits mine Honour To 2674 Antony and Cleopatra .
... poor my greatnefs , nor my power Work without it . Truth is , that Fulvia , To have me out of Egypt , made Wars here , For which my felf , the ignorant motive , do So So far ask pardon , as befits mine Honour To 2674 Antony and Cleopatra .
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... poor Third is up , ' till death enlarge his Confine . Eno . Then would thou hadft a pair of Chaps no more , and throw between them all the food thou haft , they'll grind the other . Where's Antony . Eros . He's walking in the Garden ...
... poor Third is up , ' till death enlarge his Confine . Eno . Then would thou hadft a pair of Chaps no more , and throw between them all the food thou haft , they'll grind the other . Where's Antony . Eros . He's walking in the Garden ...
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... poor a Pinnion of his Wing , Which had fuperfluous Kings for Meffengers , Not many Moons gone by . Enter Ambaffador from Antony . Caf . Approach , and speak . Amb . Such as I am , I come from Antony : I was of late as petty to his ends ...
... poor a Pinnion of his Wing , Which had fuperfluous Kings for Meffengers , Not many Moons gone by . Enter Ambaffador from Antony . Caf . Approach , and speak . Amb . Such as I am , I come from Antony : I was of late as petty to his ends ...
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... poor . But fince Is Antony again , I will be Cleopatra . Ant . We will yet do well . Cleo . Call all his noble Captains to my Lord . my Lord Ant . Do fo , we'll fpeak to them , and to Night I'll force The Wine peep through their Scars ...
... poor . But fince Is Antony again , I will be Cleopatra . Ant . We will yet do well . Cleo . Call all his noble Captains to my Lord . my Lord Ant . Do fo , we'll fpeak to them , and to Night I'll force The Wine peep through their Scars ...
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Ægypt Antony Bawd beft Cafar Capt Captain Cleo Cleopatra Clot Crom Cromwell Cymbeline Daughter Death defire doft doth e'er Enter Exeunt Exit fafe faid Fath Father feem felf fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain Flow Flowerdale fome Fortune fpeak Friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gent Gentleman Gods Guiderius hath hear Heart Heav'n himſelf honeft Honour Houfe i'faith Iach King Knight Lady laft Lanc Locrine Lord Lord Cobham Luce Madam Mafter Mark Antony marry Miſtreſs moft Mony muft muſt ne'er never noble on't Pericles pleaſe Pleaſure Poft Pofthumus Pompey pray prefent Prieft Prifon Queen Scythians ſhall Sifter Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lancelot Sirrah ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thofe thou art Thra troth unto Weath whofe Wife worfe
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