The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, 8 tomas |
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... tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome ; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase , and taunt my faults With such full licence , as both truth and malice Have power to utter . O ! then we bring forth weeds , When our quick winds lie still ...
... tongue ; Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome ; Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase , and taunt my faults With such full licence , as both truth and malice Have power to utter . O ! then we bring forth weeds , When our quick winds lie still ...
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... tongue to charge me with . Lep . Soft , Cæsar . Ant . No , Lepidus , let him speak : The honour's sacred which he talks on now , Supposing that I lack'd it . The article of my oath . But on , Cæsar ; Cæs . To lend me arms and aid when I ...
... tongue to charge me with . Lep . Soft , Cæsar . Ant . No , Lepidus , let him speak : The honour's sacred which he talks on now , Supposing that I lack'd it . The article of my oath . But on , Cæsar ; Cæs . To lend me arms and aid when I ...
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... tongue : but yet yet hie you to Egypt again . Ant . Say to me , Cæsar's , or mine ? Sooth . Cæsar's . whose fortunes shall rise higher , Therefore , O Antony ! stay not by his side : Thy dæmon , that thy spirit which keeps thee , is ...
... tongue : but yet yet hie you to Egypt again . Ant . Say to me , Cæsar's , or mine ? Sooth . Cæsar's . whose fortunes shall rise higher , Therefore , O Antony ! stay not by his side : Thy dæmon , that thy spirit which keeps thee , is ...
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... tongues ; but let ill tidings tell Themselves , when they be felt . Mess . I have done my duty . Cleo . Is he married ? I cannot hate thee worser than I do , If thou again say , Yes . Mess . He ' s married , madam . Cleo . The gods ...
... tongues ; but let ill tidings tell Themselves , when they be felt . Mess . I have done my duty . Cleo . Is he married ? I cannot hate thee worser than I do , If thou again say , Yes . Mess . He ' s married , madam . Cleo . The gods ...
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... tongue Hath so betray'd thine act : being done unknown , I should have found it afterwards well done , But must condemn it now . Men . [ Aside . ] For this , Desist , and drink . I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more . Who seeks ...
... tongue Hath so betray'd thine act : being done unknown , I should have found it afterwards well done , But must condemn it now . Men . [ Aside . ] For this , Desist , and drink . I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more . Who seeks ...
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Adonis Antony Bawd beauty blood Boult Cæs Cæsar Char Charmian cheeks Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cloten Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Dionyza dost doth edition England's Helicon ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair false father fear folio give gods grief GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Julius Cæsar king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lysimachus madam Malone Marina Mark Antony misprint mistress modern editors ne'er never night noble old copies Passionate Pilgrim Pericles Pisanio poison'd Pompey poor Post Posthumus praise pray prince Prince of Tyre printed quarto queen quoth SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame Sonnets sorrow speak Steevens sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true unto Venus and Adonis weep wilt word
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