The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With Glossarial Notes, a Sketch of His Life, and an Estimate of His WritingsMoon, Boys & Graves, printsellers, 1832 - 908 psl. |
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... arms too . Men . Why , masters , my good friends , mine honest neighbours , Will you undo yourselves ? 1 Cit . We cannot , Sir , we are undone ready . al- Men . I tell yon , friends , most charitable care Have the patricians of you ...
... arms too . Men . Why , masters , my good friends , mine honest neighbours , Will you undo yourselves ? 1 Cit . We cannot , Sir , we are undone ready . al- Men . I tell yon , friends , most charitable care Have the patricians of you ...
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... arms . Mar. I am glad on't ; then we shall have means to vent Our musty superfluity : -See , our best elders . Enter COMINIUS , TITUS LARTIUS , and other SENATORS ; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS . 1 Sen. Marcius , ' tis true that ...
... arms . Mar. I am glad on't ; then we shall have means to vent Our musty superfluity : -See , our best elders . Enter COMINIUS , TITUS LARTIUS , and other SENATORS ; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS . 1 Sen. Marcius , ' tis true that ...
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... arms as sound , as when I woo'd ; in heart As merry as when our nuptial day was done , And tapers burn'd to bedward . Com . Flower of warriors , How is't with Titus Lartius ? Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Condemning some to ...
... arms as sound , as when I woo'd ; in heart As merry as when our nuptial day was done , And tapers burn'd to bedward . Com . Flower of warriors , How is't with Titus Lartius ? Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Condemning some to ...
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... arms about that body , where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke , And scar'd the moon with splinters ! Here I clip The anvil of my sword ; and do contest , As hotly and as nobly with thy love , As ever in ambitious ...
... arms about that body , where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke , And scar'd the moon with splinters ! Here I clip The anvil of my sword ; and do contest , As hotly and as nobly with thy love , As ever in ambitious ...
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... arm , When Cesar's head is off . Cas . Yet I do fear him : For in the ingrafted love he hears to Cesar , Bru . Alas ... arms across : And when I ask'd you what the matter was , You star'd upon me with ungentle looks : I urg'd you ...
... arm , When Cesar's head is off . Cas . Yet I do fear him : For in the ingrafted love he hears to Cesar , Bru . Alas ... arms across : And when I ask'd you what the matter was , You star'd upon me with ungentle looks : I urg'd you ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou Banquo bear blood brother Brutus Casca Cassio Cesar Cleo Coriolanus Cres Cymbeline dead dear death Desdemona doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends give gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago John Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam majesty Marcius Mark Antony master ne'er never night noble o'the Othello PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pericles Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldier soul speak stand sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus true Tybalt unto villain What's wilt word
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