Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, 5 tomasWhittaker, 1858 |
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... thing In readiness for Hymenæus stand , - I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , Or climb my palace , till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me . Tam . And here , in sight of heaven , to Rome I swear , If ...
... thing In readiness for Hymenæus stand , - I will not re - salute the streets of Rome , Or climb my palace , till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me . Tam . And here , in sight of heaven , to Rome I swear , If ...
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... thing doth make a gleeful boast ? The birds chaunt melody on every bush ; The snake lies coiled in the cheerful sun ' ; 5 I have been BROAD awake ] The folio injuriously omits " broad . " The snake lies COILED in the cheerful sun ; ] In ...
... thing doth make a gleeful boast ? The birds chaunt melody on every bush ; The snake lies coiled in the cheerful sun ' ; 5 I have been BROAD awake ] The folio injuriously omits " broad . " The snake lies COILED in the cheerful sun ; ] In ...
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... thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell . Oh ! keep me from their worse than killing lust , And tumble me into some loathsome pit , Where never man's eye may behold my body : Do this , and be a charitable murderer . Tam ...
... thing more , That womanhood denies my tongue to tell . Oh ! keep me from their worse than killing lust , And tumble me into some loathsome pit , Where never man's eye may behold my body : Do this , and be a charitable murderer . Tam ...
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... thing whereat it trembles by surmise . Oh ! tell me how it is ; for ne'er till now Was I a child , to fear I know not what . Mart . Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here , All on a heap , like to a slaughter'd lamb , In this detested , dark ...
... thing whereat it trembles by surmise . Oh ! tell me how it is ; for ne'er till now Was I a child , to fear I know not what . Mart . Lord Bassianus lies embrewed here , All on a heap , like to a slaughter'd lamb , In this detested , dark ...
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... THINGS ; ] So the folio , 1623 ; but we omit " And , " there found at the commencement of the line , on the authority of the folio , 1632. The two 4tos . have arms for things : " " things " is certainly a poor word ; but if we read ...
... THINGS ; ] So the folio , 1623 ; but we omit " And , " there found at the commencement of the line , on the authority of the folio , 1632. The two 4tos . have arms for things : " " things " is certainly a poor word ; but if we read ...
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4tos Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar CAPULET Casca Cassius corr dead dear death dost doth Dyce edition emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear follow fool friends give Gloster Goths Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent King King Lear Lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malone Mark Antony means misprinted murder night noble Nurse old annotator old copies omitted play poet POLONIUS pray printed Queen Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Servant Shakespeare speak speech stage-direction stand Steevens sweet sword Tamora tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Titus Andronicus Tybalt villain word
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345 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
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344 psl. - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
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