King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips and Samson, 1848 |
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... dead body against a tree for him to try his manhood upon . Steevens had this account from an old gentleman , who was only able to report part of the ballad . In Jonson's Bartholomew Fair Cokes cries out , " God's my life ! He shall be ...
... dead body against a tree for him to try his manhood upon . Steevens had this account from an old gentleman , who was only able to report part of the ballad . In Jonson's Bartholomew Fair Cokes cries out , " God's my life ! He shall be ...
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... dead , I'll grind his bones to make my bread . " 1 Cornwall seems to mean the merit of Edmund ; which , being noticed by Gloster , provoked or instigated Edgar to seek his father's death . 1 Rabelais says that Nero was a fiddler in hell ...
... dead , I'll grind his bones to make my bread . " 1 Cornwall seems to mean the merit of Edmund ; which , being noticed by Gloster , provoked or instigated Edgar to seek his father's death . 1 Rabelais says that Nero was a fiddler in hell ...
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... dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred , thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his great master ; who , thereat ...
... dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster's eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred , thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his great master ; who , thereat ...
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... dead ; Edmund and I have talked ; And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's ; -you may gather more . If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; 4 And when your mistress hears thus much from you ,. 1 Œillade ( Fr ...
... dead ; Edmund and I have talked ; And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's ; -you may gather more . If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; 4 And when your mistress hears thus much from you ,. 1 Œillade ( Fr ...
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... dead ? Ho , you sir ! friend ! -Hear you , sir ? -Speak ! Thus might he pass indeed.2 - Yet he revives . What are you , sir ? Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Hadst thou been aught but gossamer , feath- ers , air , So many fathom ...
... dead ? Ho , you sir ! friend ! -Hear you , sir ? -Speak ! Thus might he pass indeed.2 - Yet he revives . What are you , sir ? Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Hadst thou been aught but gossamer , feath- ers , air , So many fathom ...
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art thou Benvolio blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear folio reads fool friar Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wilt word
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