The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 6 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... 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 Egypt . Ant . Hear me , Queen ; The strong necessity of time ...
... 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 Egypt . Ant . Hear me , Queen ; The strong necessity of time ...
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... art thou unlike Mark Antony ? Yet coming from him , that great Medicine hath With his Tint gilded thee . How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ? Alex . Last thing he did , dear Queen , He kist the last of many doubled kisses , This ...
... art thou unlike Mark Antony ? Yet coming from him , that great Medicine hath With his Tint gilded thee . How goes it with my brave Mark Antony ? Alex . Last thing he did , dear Queen , He kist the last of many doubled kisses , This ...
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... Thou art a Soldier , only speak no more . Eno . That truth should be filent , I had almost forgot . Ant . You wrong ... Thou hast a Sister by thy Mother's fide , Admir'd Octavia ! Great Mark Antony Is now a Widower . Caf . Say not ...
... Thou art a Soldier , only speak no more . Eno . That truth should be filent , I had almost forgot . Ant . You wrong ... Thou hast a Sister by thy Mother's fide , Admir'd Octavia ! Great Mark Antony Is now a Widower . Caf . Say not ...
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... thy Angel Becomes a fears as being o'erpower'd , and therefore Make space enough between you . Ant . Speak this no more . Sooth . To none but thee , no more , but when to thee , If thou dost play with him at any Game , Thou art fure to ...
... thy Angel Becomes a fears as being o'erpower'd , and therefore Make space enough between you . Ant . Speak this no more . Sooth . To none but thee , no more , but when to thee , If thou dost play with him at any Game , Thou art fure to ...
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... thou hast liv'd too long . [ Draws a Dagger . Mes . Nay then I'll run : What mean you , Madam , I have made no fault ... art not what thou art sure of . Get thee hence , The Merchandises which thou hast brought from Rome , Ca Are 1 ...
... thou hast liv'd too long . [ Draws a Dagger . Mes . Nay then I'll run : What mean you , Madam , I have made no fault ... art not what thou art sure of . Get thee hence , The Merchandises which thou hast brought from Rome , Ca Are 1 ...
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