The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, 7 tomas |
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , Accurately printed from the Text of the corrected Copy left by the late GEORGE STEEVENS , Esq . WITH A SERIES OF ENGRAVINGS , FROM ORIGINAL ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. THE PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , Accurately printed from the Text of the corrected Copy left by the late GEORGE STEEVENS , Esq . WITH A SERIES OF ENGRAVINGS , FROM ORIGINAL ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Stabb'd by the self - same hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows , that let forth thy life , I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes : - O , cursed be the hand that ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The Bearers set down the Coffin ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn upon thee , beggar , for thy boldness . [ The Bearers set down the Coffin ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it . Glo . That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it . Glo . That it may please you leave these sad designs To him that hath more ...
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Thou elvish - mark'd , ' abortive , rooting hog ! 2 Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity 3 The slave of nature , and the son of hell ! Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers. Thou elvish - mark'd , ' abortive , rooting hog ! 2 Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity 3 The slave of nature , and the son of hell ! Thou slander of thy mother's heavy womb ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate CATESBY Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto Wolsey word
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