The Stratford Shakspere: Romeo & Juliet. Timon of Athens. Hamlet. King Lear. Othello. Pericles. Titus AndronicusC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... grace ! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd : An I might live to see thee married once , I have my wish . LA . CAP . Marry , that marry is the very theme I came to talk of : -Tell me , daughter Juliet , How stands your ...
... grace ! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd : An I might live to see thee married once , I have my wish . LA . CAP . Marry , that marry is the very theme I came to talk of : -Tell me , daughter Juliet , How stands your ...
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... grace , that lies In plants , herbs , stones , and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live , But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good , but , strain'd from that fair use , Revolts ...
... grace , that lies In plants , herbs , stones , and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live , But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor aught so good , but , strain'd from that fair use , Revolts ...
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... grace , and rude will ; And , where the worser is predominant , Full soon the canker death eats up that plant . Enter ROMEO . ROм . Good morrow , father ! FRI . Benedicite ! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me ? Young son , it argues ...
... grace , and rude will ; And , where the worser is predominant , Full soon the canker death eats up that plant . Enter ROMEO . ROм . Good morrow , father ! FRI . Benedicite ! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me ? Young son , it argues ...
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... grace for grace , and love for love , allow ; The other did not so . FRI . O , she knew well , Thy love did read by rote , and could not spell . But come , young waverer , come , go with me , In one respect I'll thy assistant be ; For ...
... grace for grace , and love for love , allow ; The other did not so . FRI . O , she knew well , Thy love did read by rote , and could not spell . But come , young waverer , come , go with me , In one respect I'll thy assistant be ; For ...
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... grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret . PAIN . It is a pretty mocking of the life . Here is a touch : Is ...
... grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness of the gesture One might interpret . PAIN . It is a pretty mocking of the life . Here is a touch : Is ...
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AARON ALCIB Alcibiades Andronicus APEM Apemantus art thou BAWD better blood BOULT Brabantio CAPULET Cassio daughter dead dear death DEMET Desdemona DIONYZA dost thou doth EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear FLAV fool GENT gentleman give Gloster gods Goths grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour IAGO Juliet KENT king knave lady LAER Laertes Lavinia LEAR live look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam MARC Marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murther ne'er never night noble NURSE Othello Pericles POLONIUS poor pray prince QUEEN Roderigo Rome Romeo SCENE servant Shakspere soul speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast Timon Titus Titus Andronicus to-night Tybalt villain weep wilt word Отн
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