The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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... yourself Æneas ? Ene . Ay , Greek , that is my name . Aga . What's your affair , I pray you ? Ene . Sir , pardon ; ' tis for Agamemnon's ears . Aga . He hears nought privately , that comes from Troy . Ene . Nor I from Troy come not to ...
... yourself Æneas ? Ene . Ay , Greek , that is my name . Aga . What's your affair , I pray you ? Ene . Sir , pardon ; ' tis for Agamemnon's ears . Aga . He hears nought privately , that comes from Troy . Ene . Nor I from Troy come not to ...
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... Yourself shall feast with us before you go , 1 And find the welcome of a noble foe . Ulyff . Neftor , Manent Ulyffes , and Neftor . Neft . What fays Ulyffes ? Uly . I have a young conception in my brain , 1 Be you my time to bring it to ...
... Yourself shall feast with us before you go , 1 And find the welcome of a noble foe . Ulyff . Neftor , Manent Ulyffes , and Neftor . Neft . What fays Ulyffes ? Uly . I have a young conception in my brain , 1 Be you my time to bring it to ...
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... yourself . Cre . Let me go and try : I have a kind of felf refides with you ; But an unkind felf , that itself will leave , To be another's fool . I would be gone : Where is my wit ? I speak I know not what . Troi . Well know they what ...
... yourself . Cre . Let me go and try : I have a kind of felf refides with you ; But an unkind felf , that itself will leave , To be another's fool . I would be gone : Where is my wit ? I speak I know not what . Troi . Well know they what ...
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... yourself ; the morn is cold . Cre . Then , fweet my lord , I'll call my uncle down ; He fhall unbolt the gates . Troi . Trouble him not ; To bed , to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes , ' And give as soft attachment to thy senses , As ...
... yourself ; the morn is cold . Cre . Then , fweet my lord , I'll call my uncle down ; He fhall unbolt the gates . Troi . Trouble him not ; To bed , to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes , ' And give as soft attachment to thy senses , As ...
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... yourself and Diomed In Ilion , on your Greekish embassy . Ulyff . Sir , I foretold you then what would enfue : My prophecy is but half his journey yet ; For yonder walls , that pertly front your town , Yon towers , whose wanton tops do ...
... yourself and Diomed In Ilion , on your Greekish embassy . Ulyff . Sir , I foretold you then what would enfue : My prophecy is but half his journey yet ; For yonder walls , that pertly front your town , Yon towers , whose wanton tops do ...
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The Dramatic Works– Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1786 |
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